User:Ruderm

I felt nothing. I had never felt anything, I could walk and move just fine, but I had never had any feelings. I am James Palmyra, and I have Borderline Personality disorder. No love, No sadness, No happiness, no nothing. Just emptiness.They had found the disease a couple of weeks before my 10th birthday. I don't know how they hadn't found it earlier, due to the fact that I had never shown a particular interest in anything, including girls, which apparently, at the age of 11, I was supposed to be interested in.

"Maybe he's just a faggot.", said my drunkend father, with hidden chuckles. "At this age, he should already have gotten a girl pregnant." "Of course not, my little babies just shy, aren't you?" Said my mother, who was just as drunk. They had been in denial ever since I had been diagnosed with the disease. I hated them, I hated them both. So it didn't take long for me to make the decision to kill them. I slit both of their throats with no hesitation, and no feeling. When their bodies were found, no one suspected me, Everyone just thought it was another killing, police investigated, but found nothing having to do with me in the case. Everybody just moved on with their lives. And I moved on with mine.

Eventually, I got a shabby job as a janator at a Doctors office. One day I worked some overtime. When I got off, it was late night. When I was on my way back to my Apartments, I saw a woman. She had blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was walking with a very big guy, maybe 6'2, pretty well built. However, while determining this, I bumped into her. She had not seemed bothered by it, as I had said excuse me, but her boyfriend had undoubtedly not been happy about it. "Watch where the FUCK you're going you FUCKING ASSHOLE." I wasn't shocked, as always. I simply looked at him and walked away.This wasn't the first time that I had been yelled and cursed at. It had happened to me many times due to my disease. I had always been bullied at school, and of course, when i had no response, I was bullied even more.

It was then that I saw my chance to make sure people like that don't exist

When they both walked through an alleyway, I stabbed the man in the back of the neck. The woman tried to scream, but she was too shocked. That's when I threw her up against a wall as hard as I could, which knocked her unconcious. The man was dead, but I needed to make sure. I bent over him, and made three small incisions in his throat. Right away, bright red blood seeped out. I was satisfied.

I turned around and saw the woman waking up and then looking right into my eyes. She was forzen with fear, as we both knew what would come next.