𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭****** 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 | Dreamnotfound

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Clay. 17 years old and I've never been able to feel emotion after my mom. When I was 7 I tried to burn myself. I wanted to feel pain.

That didnt work. At 15 I stole my neighbors cat and killed it. It felt good. Different. It made me want to go for something bigger.

A person.

School started soon. A perfect time to pick my target. I didn't have friends because everyone at school sucked.
***
I sat at my usual empty table, with my headphones plugged in listen to whatever was playing.

Then guy with brown overgrown hair approached the table. He stood in place not a single word dripping from his mouth.

The tension was short, he kept standing there. "Hi" I tried to make it less awkward between us.

"I've seen you skating, You're horrible at it" He rested his arms on the table.

I scoffed at him and told to fuck off. I wasnt in my best mood but he looked like he could an easy kill.

He rolled his eyes and left. My mind wandered off and I started thinking of myself murdering him, wishing  I gotten his name. I wondered what expressions he'd make or what kind of yell he had.

The loud school bell rung snapping me out of my thoughts. I rushed to my next class quickly.

I couldn't concentrate on the lesson. The whole time my mind was thinking of killing him. I knew he'd be my best option. He was one of those kids who never hung out or talked to anyone. That's what made it difficult to figure him out.

He had no friends i could use to gather intel on him, unless I did it myself.
***

School was out. I sat on the bench outside the school waiting for him as I had finally settled on a plan.

The boy finally came and looked me in a rude but surprised way. "Walk me home." He demanded.

"Okay" It was a lot more easy than I thought.

Half through our walk he was rambling about things I didn't care about. I was in my own world until he spoke to me directly .

"What's your name" he stopped.

"Clay."

"Oh, well Clay. Im George and I really hate it here, everyone is such a bore" Pause "Are you boring?"

"No." I replied dryly.

I decided maybe it would be easier to kill him if I made him fall in love with me.
***

I knew that people in love went on dates.

"Do you wanna go on a date, with me." I faced George. He didn't reply to me which pissed me off he couldn't shut up earlier now he wont talk.

We did end up at a diner waiting for the waitress to come and tale our orders.

"I'll have a banana slit with extra cherries, some blue berry pancakes and a hot chocolate with whipped cream" George handed the menu back. The waitress chuckled and said " You're hungry aren't you?"

He let out a fake giggle "And an extra fucking spoon."

"Excuse me?" The waitress looked at him taken aback.

"For him" George said referring to me.

"Sorry you cant use language like that. Other wise Im gonna have to ask you and your friend to leave." I don't know who I want to kill more the waitress or George.

"Okay. Okay I'm sorry. Sorry." he sighed. "I will have a great big banana shit. With extra fucking cherries on top of it."

"Okay thats it right? MARVIN!" The waitress yelled out

"Oh yes go get Marvin. See if he can make a banana slit for me you fucking cunt. Bye Marvin!" George got up and left. I went with him.
***
We were at my house now. Outside on the swing specifically.

"This is pretty" George examined the old wooden outdoor swing.

"I don't like it"

"Why not?"

It was the place I shared my last memory with my mom.

"I just don't" I shrugged.

Just then George put his hand on my thigh hoping to get a reaction.

Nothing.
***

George was in the kitchen preparing himself something to eat. I couldn't help but get snippets of what he would sound like when I did kill him.

"Clay im back !" Shit.

My dad walked in the kitchen spotting George.
***

"Well this is nice" My dad looked at me and George.

"What is?" George's british accent had pierced.

"Clays never brought a friend home! I was starting to think he was some loner"

George excused himself from the awkward conservation.
***
"Your dad's a prick"

"Yeah I know. Sometimes i wanna punch him." I sighed.

"You should do that" silence fell between us. "Have you ever slept with a guy?"George asked.

It was important to be confident.

"Yeah. A few times" I never found pleasure or satisfaction in sexual activity only murder.

"I want to sleep with you." He replied so calmly

"Now?"

"Tomorrow. I'll be here at 11." George grabbed his jacket and left.

George was easy, I already got the perfect opportunity to kill him in less than a day. Now all I needed was patience.

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I did leave out some lines but its fine