Chapter 1
Keith listened in to the conversation happening within his parents’s room. The word insane was used by them a lot, all the time it was about him. He understood why of course, Keith wasn’t exactly normal. And not in the ‘he had magical powers’ not normal, more in the… ‘he was insane’ not normal. Well, maybe insane wasn’t the right word. He definitely wasn’t normal but Keith didn’t like the word insane, it made him feel like a monster.
The door to his parent’s room then opened, his father: a balding middle aged man stepped out along with Keith’s mother: a stick thin woman who had very prominent eye bags circling her bloodshot eyes. Keith’s father shoved past Keith, knocking him into the wall.
“What the fuck was that for you fat bastard!?” Keith snapped, pushing himself off the wall and glaring at his father. Keith knew he was being an idiot, his father would and could beat him to a bloody pulp.
Keith liked the thrill though, yes the pain hurt but that sweet rush was worth every bit of pain. The punch that came next hit Keith directly in the stomach. He doubled over and wheezed, tears springing to his eyes. Even if he didn’t appear to show it, he could feel pain.
“Just get out of my sight you fucking freak,” his father sneered at him. Keith rolled his eyes at how immature his father was being before heading back to his room.
Keith looked under his bed until he spotted his vape. He knew that doing it was ruining his health but at the same time it was making him feel better. Keith wasn’t planning on living for that long anyway so why shouldn’t he just have as much fun as he possibly could?
A message pinged from his phone, it was from Derek, a nerdy kid who did Keith’s homework. Keith pretended to be the kid’s friend. Another thing that made him not normal was the fact that manipulating became very natural to him. Keith checked the message on his phone.
Derek: I finished the homework :)
Part of Keith felt guilty for what he was doing but that part of him was disconnected from the rest of him. The rest of him just saw a weak target. Someone he could use for his own gain.
Keith just replied with a basic thank you before flopping onto his bed. He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Keith was then awoken by his father banging on his door. Keith groaned as he woke up.
“We’re going to see that therapist,” his father told him, forcefully ripping Keith’s door open. Keith looked at him confused, this was the first time he’d ever heard about any kind of therapist. Keith’s father yanked him out of the bed. Keith shoved his father away.
“I’m getting up,” Keith groaned.
During the drive to the therapist Keith stuck his head out the window. He was hanging halfway out the window, his hair whipping wildly around as the wind swooshed past him.
“Stop doing that!” His mother screeched, pulling him back into the car. Keith rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He just stared out the window instead, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the door.
It wasn’t long until they arrived at the therapist office. As they walked in Keith saw another boy, maybe a year younger than him, with dark brown curly hair and bags under his eyes. The boy was very skinny. Keith watched him as the boy walked away.
“Keith Parker?” A professionally dressed woman walked over to him. She had brown skin and hair tied neatly into a bun. “I’m your therapist Dr. Ann.”
Keith gave a curt nod before following Dr Ann into her office.
