Blame the music. Just blame the music.

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"We have to put him up for adoption! There's no way we can handle this. Not right now."

"Baby, calm down. If we raise him right--"

"You know how hard that is! The doctor, she said that he's going to--"

"Sh, he's right there."

My earliest memories were of my parents arguing. At a young age, I'd gotten my blood drawn, and at first, I hadn't known what was wrong. As I grew older, and started studying genetics, I begun to understand. When high school hit, I saw the changes.

There was always a creeping desire to destroy people, take their lives. I wanted to end their lives, feel their blood, because they had always done me wrong in some way.

It was in psychology I learned what the Warrior gene was.

"He has the W-"

"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. He's a sweet boy."

"He might not always be sweet. What if schizophrenia hits?"

"Jerome has no imaginary friends, the only sign. He should be clear."

But back then, I did have imaginary friends.

They had no body, as they were just voices. They whispered to me, telling me not to tell my parents, not to tell anyone.

And I never did.

"He's in eighth grade, and he only has one friend, Peter!"

"He's just antisocial. It's a possible side--"

"I would hate to explain to Mrs. Hughes why her son has gone missing."

"We won't ever have to. He's safe around Mitch."

Mitch...

Until Junior year, he was my closest friend. We did everything we could together.

But when he found out...

"Jerome! Th-That's so wrong!"

"Mitch... It's in my genes!"

"That doesn't matter. You... You need to get help!"

I think that drove me over the edge. The fight that made me lose my mind...

I drew the knife out of his chest, shaking as I did so. His hazel eyes stared up at me, fading away to glossed-over shells. I looked up, at the blood staining the walls.

You did good.

It felt right.

But you have to run!

Why should I run?

Because what you did is bad, in their eyes.

But it's not in your eyes, right?

No, Jerome... We're your best friends. We'll never leave you.

Smiling, I started to leave the building, slashing a poster on the way out, in between "The Warrior gene" and "is found in most serial killers".

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Don't question what this is.

See ya next chapter?

Baiii