Page 105 of The Art of Being a Psychopath

See, that’s what happens after years of abuse.

But you don’t care.

You’re too fucking obtuse,

to see what you have done.

That the monster you created has already won.”

I felt sick when I saw the headline for Sirius Bell’s murder flash onto the wall behind him. And I expected to see the one for Stephen Gold, too, but it didn’t appear.

Was he outing himself in plain sight?

Showing the world who he was without coming out and saying it. The crowd applauded his words. Not realising who he really was. And he was lapping it up, holding his arms up as he said,

“Arran was a tortured man.

But his demons were unleashed.

And the voices in his head,

were proud of the beast who trampled on the dead.”

Eventually, the room fell silent, and the heartbeat from the beginning began to echo throughout the room again. S.K.A.M. moved back and sat on the gurney before addressing the crowd.

“They say try to leave the world a better place than you found it.

Life’s a journey, after all.

None of us survive the fall.

And death.

Comes.

For.

Us.

All.

It’s guaranteed.

Like the taxes you need,

to pay to the people who are full of greed.

None of us make it out alive.

But while we’re here,

we can do better than survive.

We can thrive.

We can create.

We can sing.