Another day another routine. Wake up, get dressed, drive to the new school my family moved to this year, Learn. This then repeats about 180 times till it's decided we are fit enough to graduate.

Being in advanced classes most of my life was supposed to help me but now in this backwater dump all its done is allow me an entire year of just sitting on my phone reading whatever I can find online. The classes were so stupidly easy compared to the Honors classes that required an average of 3-4 hours of my already stretched day just to get through the piles of homework I would get everyday.

My new school was so easy that even when in the middle of instruction the teacher would ask me to finish a certain problem or solve some stupid moral dilemma an old geezer 12 foot under came up with a couple hundred years ago, I would do it better than they could. This would give anyone else a big head thinking they had the advantage on the rest of the students, but for me it just reminded me how pathetic and worthless some people can be. Why should I feel superior? Does a God feel superior to an ant when he crushes it? No! He doesn't care! He would not even dare to lower himself to the same plane of mortality as a mere ant. Although my situation isn't that dramatically different, I think i've made my point. There's no use feeling superior to a bunch of worthless meat bags whose sole purpose in life is to eat, shit, and fuck only to start the next generation of worthless beings. In fact I --

Gaahh, I did it again. I gotta stop thinking like this, if I keep on my visions will only get worse….. I can barely control myself as is, I don’t need to add more fuel to the fire by actively thinking of all the things I despise. Best to let my subconscious do that, well it's not like I have a choice either way seeing as i've never been able to stop it from thinking of ways to find faults in people. It’s just wayyyy too good at making me pissed off at even the simplest of things.

Yea, it's a good thing I stopped myself. Any further and I might have had a relapse of my vision this morning where I dismantled Scott. Sitting next to me again probably wasn't the best choice, but he doesn't know that.

It went a little something like this -- GOD I WISH I COULD PEEL HIS SKIN OFF HIS BODY PIECE BY PIECE WHILE HE SCREAMS IN AGONY AND WRITHES FROM THE PAIN OF HAVING NAILS SHOVED INTO HIS FINGERS! I CAN FEEL HIS WARM BLOOD RUNNING DOWN MY ARMS AS I RIP HIS THROAT TO PIECES, LACERATING HIS FACE AS I PLAY A LAZY GAME OF TIC TAC FUCK YOUR FUCKING FACE, AND CRUSH HIS FUCKING EYEBALLS IN MY HANDS LIKE GRAPES! ALL THE WHILE HIS SISTER JESSY IS BEING CRUSHED TO DEATH UNDER A PRESS AND HE CRIES IN ANGUISH AS SHE FINALLY BREATHES HER LAST BREATH ONLY AFTER HOURS OF TORMENT! -- Anyways yeah that's how they normally go, with the only thing that really changes being my next mental victim.

Obviously I hadn’t actually turned Scott into a human pincushion even though I really wanted to at the time. Somewhere along the long period of suffering I call my childhood, I developed a really interesting perspective in order to keep my urges under control. All I had to do was think of all the laws put into place and all the things I would lose from letting my control over my burning anger slip and it would almost completely vanish. Almost anti-climatic dontcha think? Yea it was until I found out doing that just makes the next one worse. Now im alot older and it takes all I have to keep even the simplest of my urges in check. If I slip ever for one second its game over, and I will be the guy who murdered hundreds, thousands, even millions depending on when and where I could find weapons.

Yea not really, I may be more fit than the majority my age since I work out regularly but that still doesn't mean I have the strength to kill millions let alone hundreds. At most I could probably slaughter my class and the one next to it before id be gunned down by the officers at our school.

Oh yea I forgot to mention, I go to Sincaster High School and am about 3 and half weeks away from graduating with top honors also at the top of my class.

You may think ‘Hey that’s amazing man! Great job, you totally deserve it!' Well I'd say you're full of shit. Like I said people around here aren't the brightest, so being on top really doesn’t mean anything other than a shiny number one on my graduation plaque. Even the college I enrolled in told me my school’s overall scores were so low, not being in the top 10 at Sincaster would disqualify people from even applying. And the college I plan to attend is known as a lenient school when it comes to prerequisites.

-As I continue my internal monologue the teacher finally wraps up her lesson on double and half angle trig formulas, pre-cal is too fucking easy, releasing the class for lunch. -

Walking to the door I see Scott finally fucking move away and meet up with his clique. I'm not normally an ass, but I seriously hate when others try and get near me. He was probably going to try and bum some answers to last night's homework then got too distracted by our hot, latino math teacher to actually ask me.

Nothing new, I’ve surprisingly never been bullied and have usually been known as a chill guy who just keeps to himself and is always reading or gaming. So whenever someone like Scott hits me up for answers, I don’t refuse other than the usual extortion of half a pack of gum- daylight robbery to most high schoolers but it's either the gum or an A so they get to choose.

Since i've more or less finished all the credits required for Sincaster my sophomore year, my last school was whole levels higher requiring nearly twice as many, I get to leave after my 5th period which is lunch. Instead of waiting in the long lines for a meal, I go ahead and sign out at the front office then skid my car out of the parking lot.

After a short 15 minutes drive to my house, i’m once again sitting in front of the gaming pc I bought over the summer. I had wanted one for years but due to my family being financially unstable I was only able to play on 2nd rate all-in-ones that could barely run, let alone play a game. Now that I have one though it feels like I missed out on something, but that may have been because my obsession over computers and being cut off from that side of my life made getting it less sweet than it should have been.

As I load up some random fps that involves special soldiers from all over the world fighting in 5v5s, I feel another vision coming on.

Another in the same day?

That's not right…

THAT'S REALLY NOT OK.

This hasn’t happened before.

I DONT KNOW WHATS HAPPENING.

I’m Scared.

HELP me!

HELP ME!

HeLp Me HelP mE hELp mE Help ME heLP me HelP ME HELP HEL-- oh never mind, I almost let my old self takeover there for a bit. Mark Telod is my name.

Mark Telod.

Mark TeLod.

MArK TELod.

HELP M-- I AM MARK TELOD MARK TELOD MARK TELOD.

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