I Am a Sociopath
Hello, I am Nello and am a dangerous person. I want to say that I'm harmless, however that is so far from the truth its almost laughable.
When I was a young child, around 5 or 6, I had this little dog. It was a cute and playful creature who loved me more than anything. My entire family loved this dog, while I was always unable to muster up an ounce of love. One day I had a really bad headache when I woke up, and the dog was excited and barking. I remember I felt so much rage and hatred for the little creature. After about 2 minutes of him barking and wanting to play with me I had enough, I just went over to the little thing and tied a metal wire around its neck and leashed it onto a wood support beam. After I had it leashed to the beam I put its favorite snack in front of him and threw his fetch ball, which when he jumped up get the ball the wire dug into its neck and almost tore its head of completely. It just simply died like that, and then I went upstairs back to bed. I woke up around 2PM to hear my family in sobs, I go down and see they found my mess. I thought for sure I was going to get beaten, however I used all my willpower and pushed my small pocket knife into leg, forcing tears to well up and joining my family in sobs of the cruel person who could do such a thing. This was my first notice that I was seriously dangerous.
Now after that incident had long passed and I was now 9 I had another moment of pure danger. My family was having dinner, and it was my favorite breakfast for dinner. We had eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, gravy&biscuits, and a few flapjacks. While enjoying the feast in front of my face my older brother takes the last piece of bacon, and I can just remember this anger welling up that was similar to the day I killed the dog. I held myself together for two days so I could carefully plan my revenge. The plan I put into action was meant to kill him, however it only left him in the hospital for a while. I went into my dads work room and stole one of his 9 iron clubs, and then went out to the garage to get my rock salt cut off shotgun. I went around into the woods behind my house and found my brother playing with this girl, in a very inappropriate way. I sneak up behind him while hold aim with gun, I simultaneously shot both rock salt rounds into his back, while he was still conscious I took the club hit face and knocked him out. I turned around and loaded two bored shots into the gun while taking aim for the girl. But the unexpected happens, she jumps up and kisses me. It had turned out she was about to get raped by my brother and apparently I had saved her. It turned out that she was almost as dangerous as I was. So I take the girl back and we talk about fun things we can do to others, as the adrenaline was fading away after I assumingly killed my brother. We had made a detailed plan on running off after we killed her mother and father to steal the money they had at the house. Sadly however my mother found my space and was hysterical, which made both me and the girl just shiver with pleasurable laughs. After she all the way to us she explained how some mad man attacked my brother and he was taken to the hospital, he will live but he might have some serious brain damage. I was heartbroken, the disappointment on my face was so over whelming my mother had to comfort me thinking I was upset about my brother.
After the incident settled down me and this girl started talking and planning many things together, the neighborhood children taunted by saying we were like an already married couple. We had so much fun listening to there taunts and taking notes of who said what and how it was said. We spent a few months just planning attacks and taking down whatever taunts came our way, so we knew who to target with our attacks. We had a grand plan put together, we would hot wire a care and then have go down the hill and straight into this one kids home. We set up the plan and went out looking for a car that we could use. We eventually found one and drove it into the woods until night time, that way we can't be caught as easily and the child was bound to be home. It was now nighttime and we drove the car up to the hill, we exchanged adrenaline filled kisses and then got out of the car. We both got out of the car and then pushed the car till it started rolling. We saw it pick up speed and then CRASH BANG! We then stayed for about a minute and then ran to my house and got into bed together. We woke up in the morning and my mother had made french toast, she was snickering about how if she had ever stayed at a boys house her father would have whipped her good. We turn on the family telly and see the incident on the morning news, my mother was saying all sorts of prayers and me and my girl were just laughing, silently of course. Sadly the news had stated that miraculously nobody was killed, however the entire family is not in emergency car.
This was just the first 10 years of my life and my actions would only continue to grow. I might write a follow up of more of my childhood years, but for now I just wanted to confess a bit about myself.
When I was a young child, around 5 or 6, I had this little dog. It was a cute and playful creature who loved me more than anything. My entire family loved this dog, while I was always unable to muster up an ounce of love. One day I had a really bad headache when I woke up, and the dog was excited and barking. I remember I felt so much rage and hatred for the little creature. After about 2 minutes of him barking and wanting to play with me I had enough, I just went over to the little thing and tied a metal wire around its neck and leashed it onto a wood support beam. After I had it leashed to the beam I put its favorite snack in front of him and threw his fetch ball, which when he jumped up get the ball the wire dug into its neck and almost tore its head of completely. It just simply died like that, and then I went upstairs back to bed. I woke up around 2PM to hear my family in sobs, I go down and see they found my mess. I thought for sure I was going to get beaten, however I used all my willpower and pushed my small pocket knife into leg, forcing tears to well up and joining my family in sobs of the cruel person who could do such a thing. This was my first notice that I was seriously dangerous.
Now after that incident had long passed and I was now 9 I had another moment of pure danger. My family was having dinner, and it was my favorite breakfast for dinner. We had eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, gravy&biscuits, and a few flapjacks. While enjoying the feast in front of my face my older brother takes the last piece of bacon, and I can just remember this anger welling up that was similar to the day I killed the dog. I held myself together for two days so I could carefully plan my revenge. The plan I put into action was meant to kill him, however it only left him in the hospital for a while. I went into my dads work room and stole one of his 9 iron clubs, and then went out to the garage to get my rock salt cut off shotgun. I went around into the woods behind my house and found my brother playing with this girl, in a very inappropriate way. I sneak up behind him while hold aim with gun, I simultaneously shot both rock salt rounds into his back, while he was still conscious I took the club hit face and knocked him out. I turned around and loaded two bored shots into the gun while taking aim for the girl. But the unexpected happens, she jumps up and kisses me. It had turned out she was about to get raped by my brother and apparently I had saved her. It turned out that she was almost as dangerous as I was. So I take the girl back and we talk about fun things we can do to others, as the adrenaline was fading away after I assumingly killed my brother. We had made a detailed plan on running off after we killed her mother and father to steal the money they had at the house. Sadly however my mother found my space and was hysterical, which made both me and the girl just shiver with pleasurable laughs. After she all the way to us she explained how some mad man attacked my brother and he was taken to the hospital, he will live but he might have some serious brain damage. I was heartbroken, the disappointment on my face was so over whelming my mother had to comfort me thinking I was upset about my brother.
After the incident settled down me and this girl started talking and planning many things together, the neighborhood children taunted by saying we were like an already married couple. We had so much fun listening to there taunts and taking notes of who said what and how it was said. We spent a few months just planning attacks and taking down whatever taunts came our way, so we knew who to target with our attacks. We had a grand plan put together, we would hot wire a care and then have go down the hill and straight into this one kids home. We set up the plan and went out looking for a car that we could use. We eventually found one and drove it into the woods until night time, that way we can't be caught as easily and the child was bound to be home. It was now nighttime and we drove the car up to the hill, we exchanged adrenaline filled kisses and then got out of the car. We both got out of the car and then pushed the car till it started rolling. We saw it pick up speed and then CRASH BANG! We then stayed for about a minute and then ran to my house and got into bed together. We woke up in the morning and my mother had made french toast, she was snickering about how if she had ever stayed at a boys house her father would have whipped her good. We turn on the family telly and see the incident on the morning news, my mother was saying all sorts of prayers and me and my girl were just laughing, silently of course. Sadly the news had stated that miraculously nobody was killed, however the entire family is not in emergency car.
This was just the first 10 years of my life and my actions would only continue to grow. I might write a follow up of more of my childhood years, but for now I just wanted to confess a bit about myself.
By:
NelloDhas
Age:
22-25
,
Male
