Psycho
It was a sunny day when I decided to go out and unwind. I am a 3rd-year college student, and I took a BS in Psychology. As I go out, I remembered the incident that happened when I was a kid. It was an accident, and nobody knew it except my mom.
Flashback
I had an illness disorder since I was a kid, but I didnât know it until today until I became a teenager. My parents didnât tell me ever since because I might overthink a lot to the point that I would kill myself. But they were wrong because they have no idea about how hard it is to cope with it.
I was playing outside with my dad then suddenly I became aggressive, to the point that I didnât know what to do. I became aggressive because he was teasing me, and my temper canât handle it anymore. So, without any hesitation I accidentally killed him. I was holding a sharp object and I thought I have thrown it beside him but since he moved, the object that I had thrown hits him. It was an accident; I didnât do it intentionally.
As the blood flows down his body, I was scared. I canât even move because I was in shock then I shouted âMom!! Help!!! Daddyâs deadâ. Mom went outside quickly; she didnât saw what happened and she didnât even ask me about it. I was still in shock, and I canât move, I canât even talk. I guess that time I had a trauma.
My mom approached me, she asked me if I know what happened to Dad. I didnât even bother to answer her question, then she repeats it⊠âAmara! Do you know who did this? And do you know what happened?â. I said yes. I was a kid and all that I can do is, to be honest. I told her the truth and said to her that it was an accident. My mom shows no emotion at that time. She just said âokayâ then after that, she told me to go inside and just stay there. I have no idea about what she did to Dad, but what I am sure about is that she didnât call the cops nor an ambulance to get some help.
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Years had passed, I am now in college and in a year, I will be graduating from college. I am now slowly turning my dreams into reality. After a year I will become a Psychology.
One night, my mom asked me to go down and said that if she could talk to me for a bit because she has something important to say.
As I go down, she looks very serious. I felt a little bit nervous because it looks like she has an important matter to discuss. She asked me to sit in front of her.
As I start wondering about whatâs happening, she breaks the silence and asked me âAmara, have you remembered the incident that happened years ago?â âYesâ, I answered. âWhat about it mom?â âDo you have anything to say about it?â She nodded. âDo you remember the time when I told you to go inside the house and donât go out? I buried your dad that time while I was crying and trying to not blame it on you since you were just a kid, and you have an illness disorderâ. As I listen to my mom, my tears started to flow down my face and I got angry because all these years, she didnât even bother to tell me that I have an illness disorder and she didnât tell me that she buried my dad outside. But I had no right to be mad at her because sheâs the one who suffered a lot.
Years have passed, I am now a Psychologist and I have my own clinic which is located beside our house. I threw a party that night, to celebrate my success and to celebrate the opening of my clinic.
That night, I was having a mental illness because of the pressure, stress, and other problems that I am dealing with. Luckily, I was able to survive the night without doing anything bad to myself.
10 years laterâŠ
I am now able to help a lot of people, but I was frightened because I couldnât even help myself. In the past 10 years, I am suffering from a mental illness almost every day. I donât know how to cope with it and sometimes I donât even recognize myself. I could lock myself up in my room for at least a week, I guess I was slowly turning into a psychopath, but I didnât do anything. My mom didnât even know it because I was dealing with my problems on my own.
Days have passed⊠My friend Andy and Cindy went to the clinic to visit me and to have fun. They stayed there up until night. We eat, drink, and have fun. Some of our college friends joined us too, all of us were having fun because after years we were able to meet again but amid the fun, I had a mental illness attack and itâs getting worse like even worse.
Andy went outside so I followed her. No one knew that the both of us are outside the house. She went to the woods, and I followed her as if I was a stalker.
Andy and I are great friends, we knew each other since high school but when we were in college, we became enemies just because of one misunderstanding and after that I was angry to her, to the point that I wouldnât forgive her. But as we get matured, we became friends again because we have forgiven each other.
So, as I follow her in the woods, I remember all our fights in the past few years. I was having a mental illness that time. So that time I became aggressive to the point that I was losing myself. I donât know what Iâm doing. The last thing that I remembered doing was chasing her and wanting to kill her. Before the night ends, I murdered her. I killed my friend Andy. I had no emotions at all, it seems like I was totally losing myself that time.
I ran quickly and when I arrive in front of our house, I acted like nothing happened.
I opened the door, went inside, and vibe with them like I wasnât missing the whole time.
They next dayâŠ
It was Monday morning when Cindy noticed that Andy was missing. She didnât notice that she was missing the whole night. She just noticed it right after she wake up because my friends were drunk last night and all I did is to cry the whole night.
Cindy went to the woods all by herself. While walking she saw something⊠âAmara!!!âshe yelled. âLook at this! A-andy is h-hereâ her voice is cracking because she was in shock. As she was struggling, she said to me that she wants to consult her condition right now. So, we went to the clinic, and I helped her with her mental health problem. After the consultation, Cindy saw something on my table. It was my record about my illness disorder that no one knew about except my mom. It was shown in my record that I have accidentally killed my dad when I was a kid and that I have a mental illness ever since I was a child.
*Camera shutters* *click*
She took a photo of my record while Iâm outside because she suspects me of killing our friend Andy.
The cops are in the woods, investigating the situation. Their suspect was Cindy because Cindy was with Andy when they went to my house.
Cindy went out and she go to the cops to show the photo of my recordâŠ
The cops went to my clinic to investigate and look for any evidence that they could find to prove that I am the one who killed Andy. They saw my record; they saw that I have killed my dad when I was a kid and that he was buried here.
They dig until they saw the body of my dad, my mom was the one who buried him there not me, but it was my fault because I am the one who killed my dad accidentally. After that, they saw a proof that I am the one who killed Andy.
I was under arrest; my mom didnât do anything because I have been also threatening her that I would kill her if she said anything about killing my friend Andy. She knew about it because she was also there when I chased Andy, but I didnât know that she was there. So, she made a way so that I would get caught by the police because she knew that what I am doing isnât good that I am now slowly turning into a psycho.
I deserve to go to jail and pay for what I did to Andy because I did it on purpose, aside from I was having an illness disorder, I killed my friend on purpose. And now, I can say that I am a total psycho.











