The Story So Far...

I am Klei. I will be 23 years old by July the 29th in this year of 2022. I am a sociopath with a narcissistic superiority complex. I also have delusional episodes from time to time going psychotic. But I don't believe that, I just think I have a superior intellect beyond human comprehension.

They call me an egoist for my grandiose delusions of self-worth, but little did they know those are facts and just their opinion.

Ever since I first tasted murder in my entire life that I finally attempted successfully, injuring many, crippling less than the former, and the latter would be around seven to ten people that I've killed so far.

I got caught on purpose so I can plead insanity, and my defence was my abusive father. I would get out free, which I successfully did by maintaining my composure without breaking to snap out of hysterical madness.

Here today, I am at my brother's home whose name is Gie, short for Reginald, and his five-year-old daughter Elijah, and his wife Dorothy, who is supporting the family as a nurse. While my brother takes care of Elijah.

My brother has no time to babysit an actually sane individual as myself, which is of course, the "I claim to be" abusive father that took care of that supposedly sane, yet a probable lunatic person. Which he is supposed to.

I know I covered all of this, but I am just recapping the entire thing. I wasn't crazy in the first place if I were to be honest. All that vampire talk, all that "Oh! Look at me! I'm crazy!" quotes I've been always quote-unquote "quoting".

It was just an act just to build up the act of showing insanity so I could plead insanity at court. Without the help of a lawyer, even.

"But Klei- you could have shown your father you are sane and he could have eventually let you out!"

He won't. What did I just say? Haven't you been reading the entire time? Notice anything? My father wouldn't let me out because of my past behaviours he's been stuck on all this time.

And it's really pissing me off, instead of killing my father, which of course, I wouldn't feel remorseful but probably empathetic towards. Since of course, he is my father, right?

Well no, haha, actually... I did attempt to kill him once, however I failed miserably because he's built like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. My mother was the reason why I wasn't in prison at all.

But I am far away from my father, I am in North Carolina, my brother is supposed to be taking care of me, he understands my actions but is still frightened.

Gie is still doing his best to get close to me which works every single time. Because I am charismatic, but my true self never shows on the surface but a fake persona just to fool and blend in along with society.

That's when I met Sharon, she'd been stalking me all this time, she shows derangement and psychosis. She's probably in love with me. She's been attempting to kidnap me almost every week but she miserably fails.

She is obsessed with me as I can tell. There was a time that I actually fell in love with her.

Knowing myself as a sociopath, this is my first time falling in love with someone. I thought I caught some kind of disease but no... it was love... and I hate myself for that.

At dawn, I didn't sleep the entire night because I was working on my new book on WebNovel which I named "Writer's Reincarnations: Legacy Edition".

The Shadows Edition is this one where I am a villain protagonist, but in Legacy Edition, I am a righteous hero. I am two sides of a coin, and I love to play both ways from time to time, depending on the situation and the people I interact with.

Here shows the duality of myself between good and evil, I don't know if I am either good or evil. For I don't know myself... at least, not anymore.

I take a sip of my hot black coffee and ignite the lighter to the front end of my cigarette as I inhale deeply through my lips. Then, releasing the smoke, thinking deep. These were my thoughts…

"I was trying to figure out what I am. Am I good? Or am I evil? I couldn't find the answer. But I know I am a man who likes to live on the edge of morality. That's the only way I can describe myself."

"It's hard to explain how I am, but I will try. I have a rare disorder called Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), a type of Multiple Personality Disorder. I am a sociopath, but I have a split personality that has a few personalities within it."

"The reason why I am writing this is because I am going insane, I can't think straight anymore, and I need to write down my thoughts and ideas before I go insane completely."

"My mind is in chaos, I am not sure what's real anymore, but I am afraid of the fact that I might lose control of myself and do something terrible to myself. I can't think straight anymore, I am losing my grip on reality, I am confused."

Then my brother woke up and patted me on the back, "Hey, little bro, how are ya?"

"Fine, just fine, and how about yourself?" I responded, without showing that I actually am not fine.

"I am okay, how about you?" He says grinning at me cheerfully, he probably woke up at the right side of the bed last night.

"Same here, just fine, thanks for asking," I replied with a smile.

"So you're gonna stay here until your next job starts?" He asked.

"I don't know if being a novelist counts as a job, really... I'm just going to submit and sign a contract for the New York Times, as soon as I can. I just need money to get there and make a living there."

"Isn't that a bit risky? You don't have the liabilities to stay there long, you're going to be homeless."

"I like taking risks, but this one... rather just an impulse of another manic episode. Which I might regret."

"Well, I'm glad you're aware of it."

"What I'm not aware of is that... am I in a mental asylum after what I did? And I'm just hallucinating all this just to cope with the fact I'm stuck in a psychiatric ward for a lifetime? Is this all even real to begin with?"

I puffed the cigarette smoke into my lungs and released it slowly, barely showing signs of the hand I held my cigarette between my fingers shaking.

"Klei, I think you should go to a psychiatrist, maybe a psychologist just so you don't have to take meds."

"Why? So you can tell me I'm crazy and put me in an asylum? Or so you can tell me to stop writing novels? Because one thing for sure, my dad told me the novels I write are what's driving me crazy, when in fact it is none but my emotional outlet for stress. It keeps sane..."

"You're sane, Klei. I promise you. You're a good person, you didn't mean to kill those people."

"Well... I'll see you later, brother."

"Bye. Make sure to come back early to eat breakfast with us, alright?"