So I was watching the episode Inheritance, and it came to the part where Olivia says, "I guess being a psychopath runs in the family." And it hit me. Story! LOL. This is an angsty little oneshot from Olivia's POV. Enjoy, and please review!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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"I guess being a psychopath runs in the family."
The words slipped out before I thought about it, and as I heard them, I shuddered. I've always known that I was the product of my mother's rape. Whenever she got drunk, which happened more than not, she never failed to remind me of that. My laugh, the sound of my voice... It was all torture to her.
And in a way, I couldn't blame her for hating me.
I am my father's child, the product of a brutal assault on an innocent woman. And at a very young age, I decided that I would help people like my mother. Women and kids who had been hurt, and couldn't defend themselves. I would protect them. Maybe something good would come out of my existence, after all.
But on days like this, when it's thrown in my face just how different I could be, it makes me wonder.
Am I capable of that kind of violence?
I've shot a man before, but only to defend my partner.
I've assaulted a suspect before.
Is it true? Is there a lightswitch deep down inside of me, just waiting to be flipped? Will there be a day when something is said, and I completely snap?
Will I murder someone?
Will I become an abuser, just like the man who fathered me?
Will I?
That question constantly lurks in the back of my mind, coiled like a cobra waiting to attack. It keeps me awake late at night, and every time I'm forced to pull my gun. Will this be the trigger? Will I finally lose it and prove the theory of violent genetics true?
Will I?
The End.
A/N: Like I said, angst. I hope everyone enjoyed this, thanks for reading, and please review!