“Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead”. . . Now What?

The Narcissist Was Always Dead, and Then They Killed Us

Prajinta Pesqueda
8 min readApr 22


Bee Felten-Leidel

I am the killer of people. And ask for your giveness,

Because of this thing! Because of this thing!

That’s in me. Is it not in you? Is it not your problem?”

Jane’s Addiction, August 1988 Nothing is Shocking

Can You Come Back from a Double Homicide?

The worst part about being ruthlessly murdered in cold blood is knowing that the same person sliding that smooth blade into your chest is the same person who gazed into your eyes during intimate moments and swore their love and allegiance for ever and ever.

The whole thing was a filthy sweet lie.

And for a while, I think even they believed it, too. You were so thirsty for the love you never had. They were so hungry for the love they never had. The narcissist fed from you until their bellies burst, and you opened your veins for them as well as your life, your home, your legs, your purse, your heart, your soul. Strange how the more they drained you dry, the more full you felt. It was the perfect pairing.

In 2019, in incidents of murder for which the relationships of victims and offenders were known, 54.3 percent were killed by someone they knew (acquaintance, neighbor, friend, boyfriend, etc.); 24.8 percent of victims were slain by family members. The relationship of murder victims and offenders was unknown in 44.1 percent of murder and non-negligent manslaughter incidents. It goes without saying that some of those also knew their killer.

But you didn’t know you were struck by blunt force trauma to the head the first time you met the narcissist or psychopath. It knocked you senseless, and without that sense, you could not protect yourself or get away. It’s like being slipped a drug on the first date rape experience. Such charm and seduction like never seen before, how could you have known what would follow? And even worse is the fact that the narcissist/psychopath also falls into limerence with their partner and believes they have finally found their queen. Their adolescent puppy love understanding tells them they are in love, but it is nothing more than a 5…



Prajinta Pesqueda

Educator, aspiring humanist, composer of words. Survivor, warrior, healer, believer. Contact me at Narc2Thrive@gmail.com