I’m a Bad Boy

"I'm tired of you", I said to my other personality, as I stared into the eyes of my now dead date "you were raised this way", came the reply. 

Memories of my childhood came rushing back, "you are a really bad boy", my father kept repeating as he hit me with his leather belt just because I spilled water on the floor. That was the last time he ever said that as after that I chocked him with that same belt.

Years later, I'm 15 now, "you are a really bad boy" said my maths teacher on my low scores, slapping on my palms with a metal scale hours later I sliced her throat with that same scale at her home.

3 years later, I'm 18 now, "you are a really bad boy," said a shopkeeper when I accidentally dropped a glass object in his shop hours later in the back alley of his shop, he died choking on glass pieces in his throat.

Present time, I'm 21 now, "you are a really bad boy," said my date because I stopped her while she was chopping vegetables for dinner to move to the bedroom and now she was bleeding endlessly on my kitchen floor.

" Also, this will be very tough to clean", said my second personality laughing as I slipped the third time on the blood.