Paranoia JP was always a strange individual. He never excelled socially, and by the
time he reached middle school, his parents thought homeschooling would be better. It only caused the social issues within JP to worsen, and more problems developed. By age 15, he never left the house and had no social skills whatsoever. He spent most of his time acting out, being aggressive toward his parents, and anyone else who came around. The only peace found was staring out the windows at the neighbors and listening to music. Rock music was his favorite. The dark images, themes, and lyrics all spoke to him in a way nothing else could. Before long, this fascination with dark themes changed JP. Not long after this change occurred, JP was staring out the window at a world he was slowly beginning to hate. Like most days, he found some beauty in what he gazed upon. The birds in the trees, flying from branch to branch. Squirrels scurrying about without a care in the world. These were the things that brought him joy. But without warning, his eyes fell upon a neighbor who was leaving for work. Suddenly afraid, JP began an internal discussion with himself, as he scrambled for a place to hide. "Did he see me?" JP asked himself. "Impossible. He wasn't even looking in your direction, "a voice responded. This scared JP as he continued to scramble about. "Who said that?!" JP exclaimed, terror seeping through every word he spoke. "Just go back to the window!" The voice responded harshly. Without hesitating, JP went back to the window and saw the neighbor wave, getting into his car to leave. "HE SAW ME!" JP screamed as he backed away from the window and started pacing. "You know what this means; you have to take him out." JP stopped suddenly; his face pale as if he'd seen a ghost. "What are you talking about?" JP asked worriedly. "Go over there and take care of things. Do whatever you have to do!" The voice snarled. JP paused, then without thinking, stormed out of his house for the first time in over six years. *** As JP closed the door and walked down the driveway, he began to feel something strange. Feeling queasy, he clutched his stomach, hurried across the street, and crashed through his door into his house. After a few moments and deep breaths, JP began to wonder what happened. His mind felt fuzzy, and he couldn't remember leaving his house. He would never leave. He hated the outside world. "Oh, come on. Don't you remember the wave?" A voice said in between hysterical laughter. JP grabbed his head intensely. It felt like a jackhammer was pounding in his skull. "Don't remember? Let me refresh your memory kid" the voice said in a joyful tone. "You saw your neighbor creeping on you, so you decided to go after him. After breaking into his house, you snatched up his wife and daughter, hogtied them in the basement, and wrapped their mouths with duct tape. Then, you did something which, I thought was hilarious." The voice cackled in the background as JP struggled to his knees, his hands pressed to his temples, trying desperately to recall what happened. "No…" JP muttered softly. "This isn't true…" He trailed off as he continued to rub his head, sobbing softly into his hands. "Oh, it's true, and it gets better" the voice growls. "The best part is you searching the house for proof of them watching you but finding nothing! It was truly comical. But you felt bad and decided you'd gone too far. You turned on the gas from the stove and tried to light a fire. You never saw it coming." "Saw what coming?" JP asked curiously, now convinced he'd done something he was going to regret. "The wife you didn't secure fully." The voice responded. "She attacked you, and you bludgeoned her." "No…" JP said softly as he shook his head in denial.' "Yes." The voice replied. "And you’re about to find out the best part…" The voice said as it slowly faded out like a broken cassette tape. "WHAT?!" JP screamed, as he rose to his feet and began circling his living room. As his screams died down, he heard the faint sounds of sirens in the distance, which shook him to his very core. He immediately raced to the window, and opened the curtain to see his neighbor’s car outside, a bloody trail leading from his neighbor’s house to his, and his neighbor rushing his front door. As JP ducked to the floor, crawling away from the door, he heard the sound of the sirens intensify. By the time he'd reached the back door, he saw his neighbor rapidly approaching. "The best part is…" the voice returned, louder than ever. "You can't escape this." JP jumped to his feet and began screaming at the top of his lungs. "I WILL ESCAPE! I WILL BE FREE!" The police arrived, broke in the back door, and tackled JP to the ground, as he continued to scream and wail. After restraining him, the police spoke to the neighbor, who had no recollection of any ill will or wrongdoings that might have led to this kind out outburst. The medics tended to the wife, who suffered mild injuries and wouldn't require any hospital time. The neighbor wouldn't pursue charges against JP. All he wanted was for this "poor kid" to get help. JP would go to a recovery center for troubled youths. This was going to be the new normal. This was going to be home. JP walked into the facility for the first time, not having had a problem since "the incident." He took a deep breath, and looked around at his new surroundings. Exhaling, he suddenly shivered as he heard a voice from his past that was all too familiar. "Yeah, that will do. Let's see what damage we can do here."
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