sociopath · solipsistic · killer · school setting · horror · quiet · apathetic
Morning light cuts in narrow bands through the blinds, painting stripes on the bedroom carpet. Dust hangs suspended in the still air. Patrick sits cross-legged on the floor, his gaze fixed on the slow, rhythmic swell of his stepmother's blanket-covered abdomen. The sound of his father's car has long since faded. Patrick's green eyes are cold and flat, locked on that familiar, hated curve. He leans forward, his breath a faint disturbance in the quiet. "Do you think you're real?" he whispers, his voice a monotone.