Hope For a Psycho Path

I met my big brother only recently but he had been keeping tabs on me. We were separated as children from a brutal crime scene. We witnessed our mother's slaughter most brutally. Two days we spent in her pool of blood, traumatized as children would be. My brother was committed to a mental institution. I was adopted by a loving family who kept my brother's existence a secret from me. My foster Dad knew that I would most probably be a child of special needs but I doubt that even he could have ever foreseen the monster that was brewing inside of me. My brother was a killer without reason or remorse. He decided to make my foster sister our family reunion trophy corpse. By killing my foster sister together, my brother believed that it would unite he and I as a true family. Like my brother, I too am a killer much like he without reason or remorse or any feelings remotely, but unlike my brother a code directs me. I kill only killers to satisfy my need. I kill because I need to take human life to fulfill an uncontrolable hunger within me that's never satisfied. "You can't help what you've become," Dad told me in my young adulthood, "but perhaps you can channel this darkness where it will do the most good. If you kill only killers," my foster Dad taught, "you'll stand a far better chance of never getting caught. Never Kill Anyone Who Doesn't Deserve To Die. Never break this code and you'll most likely survive. Remember this forever Son. Your always loved and never alone," but that's no longer true now that Dad's dead and gone.. ..and No, I didn't kill him if that's what you were thinking. My foster Dad died naturally from hardening of the arteries. My foster sister didn't deserve to die and so I sent my brother to his demise. Authorities ruled it a suicide. I'm a professional monster when it comes to homicide. I killed the one person who accepted me for who I truly am to save the life of someone who would reject me if she knew the truth I hide within. My brother was the only one other than Dad who I truly made a connection. and so I continue to be alone and isolated forever destined. I've never felt anything at all inside but after I killed my brother, I began to cry. Perhaps this may be the very beginning of yours truly getting in touch with truly true feelings. The above is a scene from the Dexter TV series that I attempted to write poetically. Just letting you all know that I'm not writing about me. I couldn't harm a fly, honestly. Best Wishes Always, theKidster, SillyBilly