Fearless Psychotic

Chapter 1

On my way to the pharmacy to pick up some medication, I unexpectedly saw my annoying neighbor harassing a little girl! The girl looked on the verge of tears, her eyes pleading for help. Without hesitation, I stepped in and switched places with her. Seeing this, the disgusting neighbor shoved his phone in my face, showing a video, his yellow teeth exposed in a vile grin as he said, "Oh, you came over willingly, huh? Then you can watch this pornographic video with me instead."

I punched him hard and then slowly smiled, "Old man, now it's your turn to star in the show. Exciting, isn't it?"

1

This morning, I was woken up again by the crazy racket from my neighbors. They argue and fight almost every day. When things get really bad, the old lady from their house would come out, screaming and pounding on my door like a lunatic. The first time it happened, I thought she needed help. I quickly brought her inside and, at her insistence, called the police and an ambulance. But when the police arrived, she suddenly accused me of hitting her, trying to extort money from me...

Thankfully, I had surveillance cameras at home. Otherwise, my good intentions would have been twisted beyond explanation. Since then, I stopped meddling in their affairs.

A while ago, the old lady passed away. I thought I could finally have some peace, but to my dismay, her children started throwing wild parties in the middle of the night! Absolutely insane!

I rubbed my head in frustration. "Ugh, why don't you just stop putting up with it and give them a good beating?"

The glass plant on my balcony swayed its leaves disdainfully. "Don't listen to that worthless plant! We're law-abiding citizens. Killing and hitting people are against the law!"

The cactus argued vehemently. The glass plant snorted coldly, "Law, law, law. If the law only lets people torment us, then it's better to be like us plants. If you can't kill them, at least make them suffer."

"Shut up! Can you teach something good for once? If she listens to you and gets locked up, you'll starve to death."

"I'd rather starve than be tormented! In my next life, I'll still be a good glass plant!"

Oh my god, these two plants were driving me crazy. "Enough! Stop! I'm going to get new medication today. You two shut up. You're even noisier than my stupid neighbor."

I was already in a foul mood early in the morning, and to make matters worse, I ran into that idiot neighbor on the subway. He was the son of the deceased old lady, probably around 50 years old. He was notorious in the neighborhood for being a lazy, foul-mouthed thug.

I watched as this scumbag looked around lecherously, then pushed a pregnant woman aside to grab a seat. The woman barely managed to protect her belly. "What are you doing?!"

"Doing you! You're slow and in the way. If you don't like the crowd, don't take the subway, you stinking woman. Be careful, or you might lose your baby."

The pregnant woman was trembling with anger. "How can someone as uncivilized as you exist? How can you talk like that?"

The disgusting man rolled his eyes and waved dismissively. "Who do you think you are? Mind your own business. Get lost, or you'll blame me if you feel unwell."

The pregnant woman wanted to say more, but someone nearby gave up their seat for her, gently comforting her, "Your baby is important. Don't get upset. Stay away from that man; he looks like trouble."

Other passengers also stood up for the pregnant woman. "Can't you see she's pregnant? How could you push her? Have you no shame?"

The disgusting man spat, "Did you see me push her? Who saw it? Do you have evidence? Did you record it?!"

Then he spat a thick glob of phlegm on the ground. "Mind your own damn business, or I'll spit on you too!"

Seeing his shameless behavior, the onlookers gritted their teeth in anger. The disgusting man sat down triumphantly, spreading his legs wide, forcing a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl next to him to huddle up. He glanced at the girl, then grinned and started rubbing against her, his eyes lecherously scanning her chest and legs.

Chapter 2

The young girl was visibly distressed. Her eyes were red as she nervously tugged at her skirt, trying to cover more of her skin. The creep whispered excitedly in her ear, "You little tease, wearing such revealing clothes to get attention. What, now you're pretending to be innocent?"

As he spoke, he deliberately brushed his arm against the girl's chest. She bit her lip and tried to dodge, her round eyes filled with fear and a plea for help.

Seeing this, I immediately stood up and shouted, "Hey, come sit here. I'll switch seats with you."

The old man was taken aback and squinted at me, sizing me up. "Oh, look at that, someone looking for trouble. Alright, you've got quite the chest too."

I stared intently at the old man, exhaled slowly, and walked over to the young girl. I gently touched her arm to reassure her. "Come sit here, it's okay."

The girl clung to my hand, her lips trembling with fear. I guessed she was worried something might happen to me. So, I whispered a few words in her ear. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she stopped resisting and let me guide her to my seat.

The old man watched this scene with interest but didn't interfere. I then sat down, forcefully pushing my legs out, instantly squeezing his sprawled legs into a cramped position.

The old man was startled by my action and licked his lips with excitement. "Alright, you're much more interesting than that little girl."

He then repeated his earlier trick, whispering in my ear, "You little whore, you did that just to get my attention. Oh, spreading your legs like that, you must be really eager."

I took a deep breath, feeling the blood rush to my head, my ears ringing. Two voices in my head argued loudly:

"Hold back! You'll regret it if you don't!"

"Teach him a lesson! Make him regret it!"

"Do it, do it, I can't take it anymore."

For the first time, my hallucinations were in complete agreement. I tried to steady my breathing, silently repeating to myself, "Stay calm, stay calm, don't make things worse."

I gripped my trembling hands tightly, glancing at the few stops left until the hospital. I struggled to control my breathing.

"Oh, your heavy breathing is really something... Ah..."

"Looks like you're not just a little whore, you're a loose woman."

He then pulled out his phone and shoved a video in my face. "Haha, check out this video. Are you getting excited?"

The moment the pornographic video was shoved in front of me, I heard a loud "ow." The old man flew half a meter away like a deflated balloon, propelled by my elbow strike.

Before he could react, I grabbed his head and slammed it hard onto the floor with a loud "bang." The old man screamed in pain.

I slowly started to laugh. "Old man, now it's your turn to be in the spotlight. Exciting, isn't it?"

The carriage fell silent. A few passengers who had been about to help me stopped in their tracks, their eyes shining as they surrounded the old man, blocking the exit.

The old man screamed in pain, "She's hitting me! She's a violent maniac! Call the police, get her arrested!"

I smiled slightly and delivered a punch to his ribs, making him cough violently, unable to speak. I grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up, and asked sincerely, "Is it thrilling? I don't think it's enough. Isn't this supposed to be an action movie? We need more action, right?"

With that, I stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach. Then I grabbed his head and slapped his face repeatedly. "I asked you, is it thrilling?"

The old man, beaten and bruised, stammered, "Ex... exciting..."

I chuckled and squeezed his cheeks, whispering, "Don't worry, there's more to come."

I grabbed his hand and twisted it hard. "Ah!" His scream echoed through the carriage. "You like this, don't you? Is it fun? Enjoying it?"

The old man's face was a mix of blood and tears. He couldn't speak, only shaking his head vigorously.

"Not enjoying it? Not feeling good?" I shouted. "I've put in so much effort, and you dare say you're not enjoying it?!"

With that, I started beating him furiously. The old man screamed in pain, trying to protect his head with his hands.

"Enjoying it, enjoying it, please, let me go, let me go... I was wrong..."

By this time, I had completely lost it. Even the subway signs seemed to support me, "Three stops already! Keep going! Teach him a lesson!"

The handrails seemed to twist in encouragement, "Go Rosie! Go Rosie! You're still as strong as ever!"

"Make it ten stops, make him regret his actions!"

But, unfortunately, the signs sighed, and the handrails stopped twisting. Because after just five stops, the police arrived and stopped me.

Chapter 3

"Why is it you again?!" The police officer was startled when he saw me.

I gave an embarrassed smile and quickly stood up.

The old man, seeing the police arrive, burst into tears, "Officer, I want to file a complaint against her, I want to file a complaint..."

...

At the police station, before the older officer could speak, the old ma