Massacre

Short story

This is a story about a boy, an average high school student.
President of the student council, cheery all the time, bad sense of fashion and zero tik tok making skills.

Jason Wong was a student in my grade, I didn't know much about him.

I thought he was a nice guy, I would've never expected him to do any harm.

To do any bad.

Let alone to be a cold blooded murderer.

This is not a crazy story with a plot twist, this is not bate, Everyone is in danger.

I'll do my best to explain, but I'm not sure how much time I have.

The first murder took place on January 19th.

I heard the screams, it was horrible. My heart aches when I remember his victim yelling for help.

I should've helped but I couldn't,

I didn't know how to,

It wasn't my fault.

I should've tried, maybe I could've stopped him from repeating it.
The second murder happened only a few days later, January 26th.

This time it wasn't the same.

After witnessing something that horrible the first time, you become immune to it. You're not afraid anymore.

Not afraid, not sad, not shocked. You feel empty. The emptiness is terrifying.

I should've known. No one is that happy all the time, his eyes so full of hatred.

January 19th was a normal Tuesday.

I woke up, showered, joined my classes.

But then I made the biggest mistake of my life, a horrible mistake that would change my life forever.

I opened instagram, like I would any other day, not knowing what was waiting for me,

That's when I witnessed it, the video, the dance of the cold blooded murderer

The sound still echoes through the night in my worst nightmares.

"aaahhh, ooooo, eeyi, ah ooh ah."

The second murder was even bigger, and worse.

Everytime I hear the song "driver's license", I feel the shivers down my spine, reminding me of the horrors that went down today.

He has been quiet since that day, many believed he stopped, but I know better.

He's coming. And his return will be worse than anyone can imagine.

And I'm next.