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Sociopathic.

The last two being counted as one in most cases, and were also known as ASPD.

Antisocial personality disorder.

Mrs. Irvine said I would use “mind games” to control my family and friends, but mostly Vespyr, and although people with ASPD were charming and charismatic, my personality mostly had a negative impact on myself.

There were many traits and symptoms I had that pointed at me having ASPD, such as deceiving others, lying for personal gain, being aggressive, and not feeling guilt after harming or mistreating others.

All things I couldn’t deny.

Vespyr and I talked about our mental health almost every night, and it helped us see the things we did wrong.

Well, the things I did wrong.

Vespyr didn’t know that the things I did to her weren’t okay, and we even talked about stopping what we were having.

But as sweet as she was, and with the love she felt for me, she was determined to stay with me.

I had apologized to her a million times, and those apologies came easily after Mrs. Irvine prescribed me that medication.

It kept my moods in check, and those episodes of depression didn’t occur as often as they used to.

The medication also helped with the voices in my head.

They didn’t talk to me anymore, and although they helped me not feel lonely at times, I was feeling much better without them.

I had Vespyr, and she’s all I cared about.

We talked about everything, tried to help each other and figure out ways to never fall back into the darkness.

Vespyr had it much easier, but there was still something I had to tell her.

Something I should’ve been honest about a long time ago, but I felt today was the right time.

With Papa back in the wilderness, Vespyr and I spent most of our days at home while Mama went to work.

Papa’s ankle had healed nicely, and before he got into Jason’s truck, he told us that he was sorry.

It seemed he had realized that no matter how immoral it was what Vespyr and I had, that there was no way he could tear us apart.

He started to mind his own business, and it was clear that being alone in the forest was where he wanted to be.

Without us.

He was meant to be alone.

Mama still cared, and often tried to talk to us about the issues our relationship could cause in our society, but how could we cause problems when it was no one else’s business?

They didn’t have to know.

It was late in the afternoon, and Mama would be coming home from work soon.

I walked out of my bedroom to find Vespyr standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.

“Vespyr?”

She turned and set the glass down, then smiled at me.

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