* this story is not mine *
I looked around at everyone seeing their hands in the air voting me to go up, I hated them all. Not just now but all the time, I may act like I don't but I do. I glare at all of them as they all smile at me, their eyes laughing at me. I smile back as a thought forms in my mind, mass murder.
I walk into school the next day late to lunch, just perfect. The whole school is their all sitting waiting for me to go in. As I walk in they all turn to see who walked in, I smile and wave with one hand, going for my gun with the other. I watch with my sadistic grin as their eyes grow wide as they realize what's happening. My first shot is at a girl in the ninth grade I think, not that it matters much, I shot her dead right there in the middle of morning meeting. Blood slowly spreads on her forehead making her way to join the blood seeping from her mouth and nose. Looking at the beautiful sight of her covered in blood, I remember her name Jessica Narsco.
Oh well, doesn't matter any way, she's slowly oozing out blood on that ugly carpet. No one has moved yet their all staring at the dead girl not moving; so I take my chance, I grab the person closest to me and slowly stab him in the diaphragm, the blade pointing up into his lungs. As he falls to his knees on the ground gasping, and gargling on his own blood, I take my boot and kick him down the rest of the way on to the kid next to him. All at once everyone goes into motion, running for the doors, idiots. I start shooting and stabbing those closest to me violently, in the chest, the stomach anywhere I could get to. As people ran to get out of my path someone runs up to me looking panicked, trying to "help me", it's one of my "friends". I take my gun and put it point blank right between their eyes, they stop moving completely, everything is in slow motion as their face pleads for me not to make the tiniest movement of my finger and shoot. They start to move forward to stop me, thinking that I wouldn't shoot a good friend, wrong. As soon as their foot touches the ground one step closer I fire their blood showering me with its sent.
I shove them off as their worthless body fell on me painting me in deep red, I didn't like them anyways. I turn my attention to the people still here and run after them; chasing them down was easy, they were panicked. As I caught up to someone I saw it was another one of my "friends" I smiled as I tackled them easily, as they never had good balance to begin with. I turned them over on their back and smiled at them, the look on their face made me laugh, so scared and innocent. In one quick movement I snapped their weak neck, savoring the sick crunch it made as the bones grinded together until they snapped, just like I had.
I wanted to leave some alive to scar them, sometimes it's harder to relive something then to die, so with that I slowly got up from where I was in the hall, and went up the stairs that were right there, humming to myself. As I got to the top of the stairs I walked right to my locker and opened it, as I took everything out I made sure I had my razors in my pocket. I took my razors out of my pocket, and climbed in to my locker, closing the door as much as I could behind me. I looked at the shiny metal razors in my hand, and thought about slitting my wrists, but had a better idea, swallow them. I slowly brought my hand up to my mouth and set them in, I almost laughed at the thought of them finding the gory scene down stairs, bodies everywhere, blood soaking the floor, and dripping off the walls, I swallowed. Now I laughed as I felt the razors slowly making their way down my throat, agonizing pain spread through my body as the blades made deep cuts inside me. Eventually I started to choke on all the blood in my throat. Slowly, yet all at once, I bleed out, suffocate, and think. I think that even though it took me a while to finally snap no one noticed me slowly breaking, not my "friends" not my "family", no one. I died thinking no one cared and never would.
