Psycho

I write too many poems...this blog has become less of a weblog and more of a repository for bad songs/poetry...so for a change, I'm posting one of the rare short stories I write. Note that in this case, "rare" does not necessarily signify "good", so don't say I never warned you!

He was laughing.

This was not something I’d been prepared for.

The pathetic little baby face and girl scream schtick, sure. I’d seen more than my fair share of those in my time.

The sickening piglike squeal as the victim slowly prepares fir the inevitable with a complete loss of any sense of dignity bit – of course – I’d seen more than a few of those too.

Even the angry grunt of defiance or the whole bad ass, devil-may-care spit in your face routine - much less common the other two, but I still enjoyed those the best.

But this…

I’d never seen anything like this.

He’d worked himself into hysterics by now, rolling around on the ground, battered and bruised and pointing right at me as kept laughing, harder and harder, building up to something I didn’t even want to think about.

It was the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen.

*Thump*

*Smack*

*Whoop*

“Ooooof”

“Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha…”

There was just no stopping this guy, this was like nothing I’d ever seen or heard of, this guy was something else – a real nut job, the genuine article - a for real, in the skin, cut-your-face-out-and-use-it-as-a-mask psycho.

And he just wouldn’t stop laughing.

It started to get to me – no amount to kicking or punching or stomping or choke slamming would get him stop.

This was the sort of situation where perhaps a change of tack was necessary, but I couldn’t really think of anything…My fists and my feet – they were all I really ever had, but there had to be more to me than THAT, right?

I mean, a playground reign of terror doesn’t last four years and two grades without SOME brains behind the obvious brawn, right?

I wasn’t just some big stupid oaf picking on people smaller and younger than him because he was too thick to study with kids his own age…RIGHT???

It wasn’t like in the movies, you know, where the underdog shrimp always comes out on top and I, the big bully overdog, get shown up for the big sissy that I really am.

It wasn’t like that.

No way.

I HAD to win.

Always.

I mean, its stands to reason, doesn’t it? I’m BIGGER, for godssake!!

“HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...”

It wasn’t fair…He couldn’t do this to me…I HAD him! I OWNED his ass!! He was only a tiny little fuck, not even a fucking challenge!

Oh fuck

Oh fuck

He’s got me cussing again…fuck fuck fuck FUCK…my therapists gonna have a fucking FIT!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”

This is the part where the jumped up little shit gets up off his beat up ass and leads a mob of other jumped up little shits whom I may or may not have pwned in the past in joyous rebellion against me.

This is the part where they ALL start pointing and laughing at my fat, (lets admit it) ugly face and I become just another fallen pansy former bully entrant into the fallen pansy former bully hall of fame.

This is the part where they stop being afraid.

This is the happy underdog ending.

I am about to become a stereotype.

Not if fucking I can fucking help it.

“You’re gonna wish you were dead you little laughing cunt…”

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Thump*

“HA…”

*Whoop*

“Ha”

*Smack*

*Whoop*

“ha…”

*Smack*

*Thump*

“…ha”

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Squelch*

“fuck…”

And so fucking what if I spend the rest of my fucking life in fucking Juvy getting felt up by the guards and bigger, “badder” kids who’re pissed off because they got felt up by the guards and bigger, “badder” kids?

So fucking what if my fucking therapist has a fucking fit?

So fucking what if I never see the fucking Light Of fucking Day again?

So fucking what if fucking fuck is the only fucking swear word I can think of?

I am a hero.

A playground fucking legend.

I am the bully that didn’t run home to mommy.

I am the psycho that beat the retard kid into the fucking ground until his retard fucking palsied brains spilled out.

And don’t you EVER forget it.