Death in The Mirror

"Was this a joke." That is all I could think of in my mind. "Was my friend really going for the boy I have a major crush on."

I'm a student at Richfeild high. I'm the type of girl you would call different. Why? Because I got away with murder. Murder of the ones who didn't like me and murder of the ones who bullied me. They never suspect a girl who stays to her self.

1 Year later

So I changed my life around. I no longer murder people because I decided it was wrong. The last person i killed was my best freind. Why didI murder her? Becasue she was all over my crush and that is a friend who deserves to die.

I never thought I would murder again because I was 100% against it. But one night of fun turned me crazed and evil. So evil that i killed all my friends and that one guy i loved.

It is 9 p.m and I'm heading to a party with a wonderful guy named chris. We have a thing going on right now and it's great. We started dancing to the music. Our bodies were close. We moved our bodies to the rythmn of the music. His hands traveled my bodie and I loved it.

"I'm thirsty, I'll be right back." I said to Chris

I went to the bathroom. I did my buisness and left. Thats when I saw him. He was grinding on my best friend and it made me furious. She knew how i felt about him. How could she do this to me I thought.

I started towards the kitchen to get a butchers knife. They will pay for they have done to me I thought. All i do is love him and i get stabbed in the back. I walked to the knife drawer and pulled out the biggest knife. I hid it in the sleeve of my jacket.

As Chris and my best friend seen me heading their way they parted. They acted as if nothing happened. I snapped. I pulled the knife out of my sleeve and stabbed him 59 times. I went on a killing spree and killed 47 more other teens. I made sure their was no one to witness what I just did.

It felt good to murder again. I felt like i needed to murder to stay alive. I looked all around me and seen dead people. I laughed at the scene and fled. I didn't want to get caught so I went home with the knife washed it and put it away. As I looked in the mirror in my bathroom, all I could see was death.

I looked different covered in blood of the ones I loved I told myself. "They never should have crossed me and maybe they would be alive." I said softly under my breathe. I took off my bloody clothes and put them in the shower to get washed down.

I turned on the faucets to the shower to cold. I jumped in and felt the sensation of killing come back to be. The blood went down the drain. I stood in the shower and thought of how many other people I could kill.

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