Page 1 of The Cute Psycho

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VLAD

AGE EIGHT

"You're sure there's nothing wrong with him?" My father paces around the small office, glaring at the doctor.

"We've run tests. Considering his condition..." The doctor looks me up and down, pursing his lips as his eyes focus on my naked chest. "He's in spectacular health. It's quite extraordinary, actually." His hand goes up to stroke his chin.

I tilt my head, returning his scrutiny with my own, my eyes meeting his gaze and holding the contact. Unnerved, he quickly looks away.

"Look at him and tell me he's normal," Father continues, pointing his finger at me.

I don't react, since I don't care abouthisopinion. And as I glance around the room, my eyes zone in on a sparkly glint of metal. Mentally, I do an estimation of the time and amount of movements it would take me to reach it.

"There's something wrong with his eyes, I tell you," my father says, and my attention switches to him momentarily. He comes closer, butstill keeps a distance. I can see it in his expression and the way his lip curls slightly at the corner as he looks at me. I disgust him.

I have since I came back.

I don't react when he suddenly brings his fingers in front of my face, snapping them twice. Unblinking, I turn my eyes toward him, regarding him curiously.

"See? He's fucking soulless. Whatever they did to him..." he trails off, shaking his head. The doctor is quick to assure my father that I am perfectly healthy and that it may be residual trauma.

"Trauma, my ass. He doesn't talk! All he does is stare at me like a fucking mute!" my father exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and pacing around the room again.

The doctor comes closer, his eyes narrowing at me as he prompts me to say something.

I watch in annoyance as he slows his speech and uses oversimplified words as if I were mentally challenged.

A small frown appears on his face as he brings his hand up to check my neck. His fingers don't reach their destination, as I catch them mid-air, folding them backwards until he's yelping in pain.

One swift movement and the sharp, steely object is in my hand. The doctor doesn't even get to react as the blade makes contact with his skin. A clean line from ear to ear appears just beneath his jaw and blood comes out in spurts like a jet spray, painting me red from head to toe. The doctor's body falls to the ground with a thud, and my father snaps his head around, his eyes widening in horror.

One hand goes to his forehead as he's massaging his temples, all the while cursing out all kinds of obscenities.

Me?

I only have eyes for the redness of the blood, the mesmerizing color that seems to remind me of something.

The liquid is dripping down my face, the feel of it on my skin intoxicating and liberating.

I close my eyes, honing in on that feeling. My tongue sneaks out to lick my lips, tasting the forbidden substance and reveling in the metallic taste.

So familiar...

"You're a fucking monster," my father spits at me. I open my eyes to regard him with a bored expression and it seems to fuel his anger further, as he starts throwing stuff at me.

One mug hits the side of my head.

What should have been a blinding pain is muted by my already dead pain receptors. My skin breaks and opens to let out even more red liquid. It flows down my face, coating my lashes and blinding my right eye.

Father is breathing harshly, his gaze fixed on the gash next to my hairline. Slowly, his eyes find mine, and we stare at each other in a contained battle of wills.

"Bozhe!" he whispers, three fingers going to his forehead before descending to his torso, to make the sign of the cross. Finally, one hand settles on the handle of his gun, and he seems to debate whether to kill me or not.

I make his decision easier as I hop off the bed, advancing toward him while still holding his gaze. Wrapping my fingers over his, I take out the gun and point it toward my head, the cold butt of the pistol making contact with my flesh.

"Davai!" I bark, my voice groggy and ragged from disuse. My eyebrows are drawn together in consternation as I urge him to do it.Kill me.

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