Psychotique 소설 & 이야기

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

Fuck! Rafe cursed at his own mind which seemed to have the control to make fun of him. Doctor Liberton once said that it was one of the symptoms of his bipolar episode. He seemed to have someone else in his body who controlled his mind. Sometimes he felt he couldn't control his mind and body because he was influenced by other thoughts that seemed to come from other people. That's why he couldn't let this continue. He had to stop his own mind from constantly making fun of himself, before he actually turned into someone else he didn't recognize.

He lay deathly still, his breathing shallow, his lashes dark against his pale skin. She had never seen him like this before. Never. Her husband—her force of nature, the man who carved through war zones like a god among mortals—was reduced to this. Burning up. Unresponsive. Lost inside his own head. The doctor pulled off his gloves, exhaling slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “It’s a psychotropic agent,” he finally said. “A highly concentrated hallucinogen—meant to alter perception, distort reality, trigger paranoia, and increase aggression.”

Elliot’s face was full of confusion. “His psychological illness,” I replied. Elliot snorted. “What is that word, huh? Mind to elaborate, please.” “I mean, we should stop it, right? He can’t keep on hurting himself like this!” I cried my voice out and pointed at Zarion’s open and closed wounds. Blood still glistening on the table with apparent crimsoness “I think it’s a psychological illness, Elliot. We call it when someone’s—” “Wait, I get it. You think Zarion’s crazy? Humans are really ridiculous, aren’t you?” Elliot was right, though. We can sometimes be ridiculous. He stuck out his tongue, and showed his hands at me to prove a point.

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."

Slow and all-consuming. He heard the sound of a rather powerful beam go off, so powerful he could feel the light against his skin. A static noise scratched its way to the surface, followed by the same, stoic voice. "Patient 134340, do you remember your name?" "I am not a patient!" "Your name, please," he unwaveringly spoke, etched with oozing authority. "K-Kim Uriel, why am I-" "Kim Uriel, you are diagnosed with schizophrenia, based on severe levels of psychosis, and-"

traces on his face that everything he says is true. I envi him because he is sure of everything he feels whereas I have no certainty at all. I’m still drown by two woman that made me go crazy! I think I’m really that stupid to understand this or I’m just ill or something! Should I see a psychologist? Because I'm going crazy !!!

Jace prompted and Troy nodded. "It's no biggie. If you were dangerous or psychotic you would have been separated so I guess all of us here are considered mild-mannered psychopaths. But I will warn you that everything you do and everything you say is being recorded." Troy gave the boy a sharp look. Ahh, so here was his illness. The poor kid was paranoid schizoid. Troy just nodded. He'd had plenty of friends who were. You just kinda left them alone and let them work it out on their own until things evened out for them again.

Avery pauses for dramatic effect, I love this woman but I kind of want to kick her a little right now. “Ever heard of WLS?” we all shake our heads, no “It’s a type of psychosis brought on by the loss of your wolf. As losing your wolf is so rare the psychosis no one has really heard of it. But I remember it from a case I had a few years ago. If we prove that Nova was in the asylum because of her family, we can argue she has WLS which causes bouts of temporary insanity. I am not going to do that, but if they had opened this door we could have walked this argument through”

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.