Evil Human, Good Human

Every human suddenly splits into two people, their good side and bad side. This is our story.

He has been apart of my earliest memories and is my best friend. We have done it all together, no matter how bad it got. He was innately flawed from birth: born to live out a life full of sin. I never quite understood his mindset but as we got older, things became much more evident.

When you are a child, getting in trouble has forgiving ramifications. You get angry and hit a friend or maybe you even steal a toy from them and make them cry. These are natural in the process of learning right from and wrong and no real damage is done in the grand scheme of things. But as you grow older and ideas such as morality and integrity become more black and white, your decisions can start shifting the landscape of your future and of how you want to live it.

As we grew older, he chose to be destructive. All his petty tantrums transformed into conscientious evil. He would seek out the weak like a predator stalking his prey and thrived on the hunt so much, that it consumed his life. Oddly enough, he enjoyed my company and would always try to get me to tag along to steal something or come watch him jump some random person. I'll never forget the day he absolutely shattered some kid's face at the skate park for no reason. Just knocked him down and starting smashing his face with a skateboard.

I would always sob uncontrollably after the fear of getting caught wore off. I could never abandon him, no matter how horrible his actions were and I don't know why. I would just watch in horror, like I was frozen in time watching something terrifying play out. After we would get away, I would always ask him how he felt when he was doing those things? He would just give me that sinister grin as always and stay silent as we fled from trouble.

I need to be vigilant in watching over him these next few years. He is and has always been a sociopath but he keeps pushing his boundaries. Too frequently, he dwells on taking a life and I am afraid it is just a matter of time before blood is on his hands. He will never hurt me and that brings me peace. He does not scare me at all and for all that he is, I do love him. I will either save him or we will perish together as one. I cannot leave him now, not after everything we have been through