Kyle didn't lie to himself anymore... the fixations. The unnatural appeal of hurting people, completely obsessed with firearms, and school shootings. He wanted to shoot up the school. And the thought of doing it made him feel so good and fuzzy inside. He was so done with everyone and the painful life he was living... but there was just a little bit of humanity left in him... "I have to confess these feelings to my parents... before I hurt someone," Kyle said to himself. He was shaking, he was horrified by their possible reaction. Kyle took a deep breath. "I have to do this...I don't want to feel this way." Kyle still couldn't help but laugh a little. The desire left a strong euphoria in his soul that left him giddy. Kyle shook his head snapping back to reality. He walked downstairs from his room to the living room where Sheila and Gerald were watching TV.
"M-mom...Dad? Can I please talk to you... it's very important." They saw Kyle shaking like he was scared for his life. "Of course Kyle, are you alright bubby?" Sheila asked. "Mom, Dad I have been having really bad thoughts..." Kyle said looking down at the floor. "What do you mean Kyle?" Gerald asked, "I mean really bad thoughts... of..." Kyle stopped talking scared to say the next words. "Go on Bubby, it's alright!" Sheila said. "Sh-sh-shooting up the school..." Kyle said choking on his words and laughing a bit. They both gasped. "Kyle school shootings aren't fucking funny!" Gerald yelled not believing what Kyle just told them "Why would you joke about something like that!?" Sheila said starting to ball. "WE RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!" She shouted as tears went down her face. "GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" Gerald screeched. The next day went by
"THAT PRANK YOU PULLED ON ME AND YOUR MOTHER WAS UNACCEPTABLE! SCHOOL SHOOTINGS ARNT FUNNY KYLE!" "But dad I'm seir- IM NOT FALLING FOR IT! YOUR MOTHER HAS BEEN IN SHOCK SINCE FUCKING LAST NIGHT!" Gerald screamed stomping over and grabbing and forcing Kyle onto his lap and pulling Kyle's pants down. Gerald raised his hand "I don't want to do this! BUT THIS IS NECESSARY" Gerald began to spank him, Kyle shouted and cried at the impact... but suddenly Kyle snapped and growled and Bit him as hard as he could causing Gerald to lose grip of Kyle and Kyle jumped off of Gerald running for his closet and pulled out his airsoft Gun. "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!" Kyle screamed with rage and began to fire at Gerald. Screaming as he kept firing. Gerald panicked and ran out of his room. Kyle kept following and firing. Once Kyle ran out of pellets. He ran into his room slamming the door shut and locking it. He fell to the floor and cried ever so loudly... He tried to help himself... but it failed, as he cried. That horrid desire came back to him and he started laughing as he cried. "You wish that was a real gun don't you!" the stupid fucking voice said. The tears stopped and the laughter continued as the pressure from his body released. Kyle was almost gone
And nobody listened to his plea for help. Now... it's
probably too late now...