Psychopathic Teens

Chapter 1// Court Adjourned

"Skyler Grey, under the 'The Second Life' law you are hereby officially released from the Asylum's custody. If you shall ever break the terms of your release, the court has the jurisdiction to re-admit you to the facility." The judge lets out a drawn-out sigh that conveys his disagreement with the decision.

"The court is dismissed." He finalizes.

The crash of his gavel against the wood block floods my senses with freedom. It is about time I got out of these restraints. I turn toward the citizens behind me and flash my teeth pridefully at them.

The guards reluctantly take the handcuffs off of my wrists and ankles. I can't remember the last time I stood in a room full of people without them. They always saw me as a beast they could never trust to be tamed.

I gaze around the courtroom and catch eye of the two families who have determined my fate for the past seven years. They watch me with horror as their new reality comes to fruition.

Yes, it's very real indeed.

Not a single face in this courtroom looks pleased to see me grasp my autonomy back from the Asylum. Actually, my family appears more distraught than my victim's family.

You'd figure, the past is the past, right? Surely I've done my time and redeemed myself.

Wrong.

I can't blame the people of Everton for objecting to my release out of spite. As for my parents, they have held a grudge against me ever since that fateful day, leaving me alone in a run-down Asylum for the majority of my childhood. No visitors. No help. Just left there to rot. If they could've helped it, it would've stayed that way until the day they died. Or preferably, the day I died.

I stroll over to my parents, watching them shuffle nervously in their seats. I smile at them, less mischievous than before so their brains don't implode before we get out these doors. "Mother, Father, glad to see you after so many years." I hum fakely.

My mother clings to my father while sobbing dramatically. "They can't do this John!" She cries.
My victim's mother watches her meltdown with a stoic expression. I bet she's thinking about how selfish my mother is being.

At least you have a chance to get your kid back.

Yeah, I'm sure that's what she's thinking. Now everyone sees how awful my parents can truly be. This was never about the victim or his loved ones- this is about my parents and how I ruined their lives.

Her tantrum makes my blood boil. While she was sitting in her perfect home, with her perfect husband, acting like she had the perfect life; I became the spectacle of child experimentation because I was branded as a monster. But I was a kid. A kid who didn't understand himself or what he was feeling yet. And they all punished me for it.

But not anymore. Now I'm free. Truly free.

The Asylum guards lead the three of us outside to my father's car. We try to ignore the crowds surrounding the building. They're all in such an uproar that the police and guards are working together on crowd control.

It's rare that the law enforcement in Everton ever have to actually do their job. Since the Warden is the equivalent to this town's mayor, the police typically only hand out tickets and wear their fancy little uniforms as they collect free incentives. The Asylum guards take on most of the work around here.

They push the angry and panicked citizens back with shields. I can feel the emotions radiating from the bodies around me. They're begging me to be sorry for what I did. Some probably wish that I'd have a change of heart and turn back when I still have the chance. I've come to find delusion is the best medicine for hopelessness.