A click of recording echoes through the blatant room.

Where it all started?
I wouldn't phrase it that way, nothing ever started. I just hid it very well.

Even as a child, I always kept the tendencies hidden.

By tendencies I mean the overwhelming urge to hurt, as everyone has, I used to think.

I remember when I would wrestle with my siblings I would randomly get these powerful urges to hurt them. Punch or kick, anything to see them reel back in pain.

I would clench teeth or fists, usually teeth as hard as the urge felt. I would stop quickly because of the fear of breaking my own teeth. Stupid I know, but usually after that I felt a bit better.

Over time those tendencies evaporated. And I forgot about them.

The unknown and forgotten tendencies.