User:Nybbas the demon of dreams

TANTRUM TOM: PART ONE

"Listen Tom, I've got some pretty big news."

"What is it, doc?“

"I've noticed that.. for the past couple of months you haven't been acting like your self. Your behavior is completely different."

"Yeah.."

"Listen, Tom. I've been your psychiatrist for years. So you trust me, right?"

"Yes, of course, doc.“

“Then therefore you also trust my decisions, and evaluations?"

"Yes.."

"Good. Tom, I believe you have multi personality disorder."

"Wha- what?!"

"Multi personality disorder."

"I'm sorry doc. But that's just bull-"

"Tom, don't you ever feel this deep sense of loneliness? So strong, that you create imaginary friends?"

"No! Are you kidding me?!"

"Don't you every feel so uncomfortable, that you sort of become someone else so you don't have to deal with the situation?"

"God dammit, no!"

"Do you ever hear voices?"

"That's it! I've had it! I'm not crazy!"

"I never said you were. I just said that I've known you long enough to know that you have multi personality disorder. It's not a disease necessarily, as much as it is a sign of brilliance."

"Well, I don't have it! And your not going to shove those psycho pills in my mouth! I'm out of here!"

"Tom, please, I urge you to-"

Tom slammed the door before doctor morkonis could finish his sentence. This was just another one of Tom's tantrums. As of quite recently, he started acting very angry. He wasn't the same fifteen year old boy he used to be. And Tom couldn't figure out why. He was never really an angry kid. Well.. maybe he wasn't. Tom doesn't really remember much of his childhood. Tom has crummy memory.

As Tom Angrily stomped down the stairs out of the psychiatric building, he pulled out his cell phone, and called Ella. Ella is kind of sort of Tom's girlfriend. As of recently. Ella was beautiful. Ever since they were kids, the only memories Tom still had about his childhood, was staring at the beautiful Ella. It was strange, Tom thought, that most boys weren't attracted to her. What with her beautiful short messy blond hair, that she sometimes has to blow out of her eyes, And how sometimes she cuts holes in her jacket sleeves, so she can put her thumbs through them and it looks like she's wearing gloves. Or her cute little waist, and big eyes. But all the other guys seemed to never even notice her. And it's a good thing too. Tom spent most of his life just starting at Ella, and now, they were actually together! Ella answered the phone, as Tom began to open his car door.

"Hey Tom."

"Hey, babe, how you doing?"

"Uh, heh, heh, okay I guess. You?"

".. Turns out I have multi personality disorder."

"That's a bummer."

"It's bull is what it is. My psychiatrist is just full of it. Anyways, you wanna meet up today?"

"Sure. How about Frosties at four o clock?"

"Sounds great, babe. See you there."

"Bye."

Tom started his car, and began backing up. As he did this, he reminisced about the first time he and Ella made out. In Dangwoods Den, Which actually isn't a den at all, but a cave. That's when Tom realised.. he was in love. Tom's plan for today, is to show up at Ella's house early, and take her to the cave, which Ella would find was full of flowers, and heart chocolates, and just kiss there for a while. And hopefully, Tom would get lucky..

Tom parked in front of Ella's house. He walked up to the door. He wants to surprise her, so he doesn't knock. Instead, he lifts up the welcome mat, and uses the spare key to get in the house. He gently closes the door behind him. Flowers in one hand, he uses the other to reach out to the door knob. But he hesitates to open the door. He places his ear against the wood.. and.. He hears moans! Ella's moans!

"Oh.. Oh! Oh yeah, Jerry! Oh yeah, that's so good!"

Jerry? That douche? Tom couldn't believe that Ella would have cheated on him, then met him at frosties, pretending like everything was okay. Just the thought of it made Tom's insides boil. He snapped. He wanted very badly to pull the door open, and kill that basterd. Instead, he took a deep breath, and slowly took some steps back. He felt like crying. But mostly... He felt like killing. He stumbled into Ella's kitchen, and threw the flowers in the trash. He gently opened one of Ella's cupboards, and pulled out the biggest, sharpest knife. He held it to his face, and stared at it. He could see his reflection on the knife. He's a wreck. His skin was pale, and sweaty. His thick black hair is all over the place. His eyes were blood shot. He definitely wasn't the same person he used to be. He held the knife tight in his right hand, and slowly sneaked out of the house. Then, he got back in his car, and waited. For what, you ask? For Jerry to leave, of course. He rolled the sleeves of his black hoodie up, and holds the knife close, breathing hard on it.

He lost perception of time. Maybe it was two hours, maybe two minutes, but eventually Jerry walked out of Ella's house, with a big stupid smirk on his face. He didn't even notice Tom. Jerry walked down clover street, where all these abandoned shops were located at. A Pretty dry part of the neighborhood. Or at least it was dry. Until it started raining. Tom slowly followed Jerry on the wet street. Every know and again, Jerry would look back at Tom. He started doing this more and more. Then, Jerry started walking faster. Tom drove faster. Jerry walked even faster. Tom drove even faster. Jerry started jogging. Tom was getting closer to Jerry. Eventually, Jerry started running for his life. Tom was driving fast, and like a madman. Jerry looked back at Tom as he ran.

"Please, stop! Why are yo-"

It was to late. Tom smashed the car into his lower back. Jerry flew a couple feet screaming. He landed with a loud "THUD" and a splatter of blood shot up into the air. Tom stopped the car, a couple feet away from Jerry's body. He stuck his head out, and saw Jerry crawling. He was still alive. Barely. Tom was about to change that. He pushed down on the gas, and kept a slow and steady speed. Jerry crawled for his life, in a swimming pool of his own blood. He's no match for a car however, and Tom slowly drives over Jerry's feet. The loud crunch, and blood curdling scream is like music to Tom's ears. Tom keeps driving, very slowly over Jerry's legs, crunching, and cracking and busting them to a pulp. Completely crushing Jerry's lower body, Tom stops the car. Jerry has run out of energy to scream, but he still slightly moves his arms, in a futile attempt to escape. Tom hops out of the car, and walks over to Jerry. He's stuck under the car, and lost almost all his blood. He's as good as dead. Tom kneels down, and stares at Jerry for a bit. Then, he pulls out his knife, and starts carving Jerry's face like a Jack-o-lantern. He goes completely nuts on him, gauging out his eyes, ripping out his tongue, cutting off his ears, nose, lips. Just stabbing him again and again in the forehead. Little jabs, then deep stabs. Jerry couldn't scream. He just slightly wiggled, and moaned in pain until he died. Tom stood up, and looked down at the red pile of goo he created. Like a turkey on thanksgiving, Jerry was ripped apart without mercy. Tom cleaned the knife on his black hoodie, then closed his eyes, and looked up at the sky. The rain water washed off all the bloody muck on his face. He inhaled deeply, and just thought about murder for a while. Tom came to one conclusion. Murder felt good. The feeling of taking life away gives you this sense of entitlement. Like if you're God. And every time he shoved that knife in Jerry's face, Tom felt this beautiful rush, that was almost orgasmic! Tom slowly opened his eyes, and looked once again back down at Jerry's body.

"I could get used to this." He whispered with a smile.

Tom looked at his watch, and noticed it was exactly four o clock. He ran back in the car, and drive over Jerry's head, crushing it like a balloon, as he made his way to Frosties, to meet Ella...    To be continued....