Obsessive compulsive.
Hi. My name is Jason. I'm 31, and I'm pretty normal. Except for one thing. I suffer from OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder, which means I experience uncontrollable urges to complete actions in an exact way, repeating thought processes. I suffer bad.
Every day I get up at 6:30, and look out over the lakeside view thatbis my home. I walk across the carpet in three steps, touch the doorknob three times before opening, and then blink twice as I walk down the hall outside my bedroom. I clean up in the bathroom, place my toothbrush at a 90 degree angle with the doorway, the turn of the light with the ring finger on my left hand. I walk down the stairs, skipping the last one. I could never touch that one.
I sit down for my plain breakfast of eggs and toast with a glass of water. That's all I ever eat for breakfast. I check news on my iPad air, and that's when I first realize something is wrong.
I run over a quick mental checklist in my head. Lights? Check. Carpet? Check. Step? Check. What did I miss?
I go on with my routine. Lock the door behind me, unlock it, and lock it again. I step into my freshly cleaned Dodge Charger, turn on the car,check the mirrors and the lights, and pull out.
Traffic is hell. I reach the crosswalk of Oak and 101st, and there it is again. That feeling that something is missing. Once again, I check. Once again, I'm blank.
When I get to work, I have trouble concentrating. The very idea that I had failed is eating at me. I keep asking myself. What. Am. I . Missing?
By the time work was done, I am a wreck, but I keep my composure. WHAT AM I MISSING? Smile, shake hands, "thank you". AUUUUUGH.
I slam my car door, trembling uncontrollably. I check the mirrors so fast my neck cracks a couple times. I pull out, and roar down the highway.
As I drive, I get more and more aggravated. I scream aloud "WHAT AM I MISSING? WHAT DIDN'T I DO?"
I drive faster and faster, as I approach the crosswalk at Oak and 101st. A man Is crossing the road. He looks up and sees my Dodge Charger barreling towards him at 80mph. He dives to the side, and I swerve in the same direction. Thump.
I hit the brakes as the body falls into the ditch, flopping like a fish. I skid to a stop. Nobody is around. I quickly pick up the body and throw it in mg trunk, my problems temporarily forgotten. I drive away, pale, and slowly.
When I get home, I shut the garage door behind me. I get ojt of the car, and open the trunk. I stow the body in my back yard.
I wash the car. Just the doors. I never wash the top.
When I'm done, I drag the body to my shed, where there are garbage bags. I put the body in a bag, and throw it in the lake.
Then next morning, I wake up at 6:30. I get out of bed. Carpet. Check. Door. Check. Toothbrush. Check. Stair. Check.
I make my eggs, water, and toast, and check the news on my iPad. The headline reads, "HIT AND RUN SERIAL KILLER STRIKES AGAIN"
I smile.