Insanity at its finest.

first victim

The first person I murdered was the big headed football jock. James always pushed me around and just plain fucked around with me. I finally had enough of it when he slammed me into a locker one day and told me it was a good thing my father had died. Who would want to have a son like me. That's when I snapped.
Tuesday October 3, 1960, 9:21pm
James was running the track at school I watched him for a while watching him slow down on the turns and speed up on the straights. My eyes were glued to his every movement. Everything he did I watched after about 30 minutes he stopped and began to walk twords the locker room, this was my chance. I followed slowly behind him hiding in the shadows. When he was inside the locker room just before the door closed I slipped inside. The door slammed shut I then quickly locked the door. The locker room reeked of sweat, James was in one of the shower stalls. I had the knife tightly held in my left hand I looked around for the light switch it was right next to the shower stalls I slowly crept past my unknowing victim James. What a dumbass you should always have your guard up when you are alone you never know what could happen. I was smiling ear to ear my heart raced with excitement. I almost was to the light when I hit a can he heard it. "Hello? Is.. is someone there?" Damn it! I thought to myself  James turned off the water "hello?" I froze still, fuck he is going to find me and run I have to kill him. I quickly turned off the light "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I could hear the fear in his voice which bothered the hell out of me. He was walking around a dim glow was coming through the window from the street lamp. I crept behind a wall of lockers and whispered "you called me weak and treated me like I was nothing. You will pay" "wha - what the hell?!" He cried out. I whispered again "you are going to feel the same pain that you brought to me." "Who the fuck are you?!" He whined and started to pant. My head began to hurt I wanted silence! I whispered one last time "I grow tired of your presence  I'm going to get rid of you now."  He ran around trying to find the door I began to walk with heavy feet so that my footsteps were extremely loud sending fear through his body making it hard for him to think properly. I was about 7 feet behind him. His breathing silenced he knew I was behind him I started walking closer he faced the door dead in place. I then crept up behind him and put the knife to his neck, his breathing stopped and he began to let out little whimpers my smile came back, smiling ear to ear I pushed the knife into his neck he screamed I kept pushing until I felt something warm trickle down my hand. James made gurgling sounds then silenced he slowly slid to the floor his eyes in the back of his head I let out a big sigh blood dripping from my hand and knife. James lay on the floor blood pooling by his head. The room was silent, the air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood. Ohhh the excitement! I loved the feeling, the feeling of revenge was great! I looked down at James's body a big smile was stuck on my face "now James I'm going to stuff you into a locker just like you always did to me" I then bent down and dragged the tall corpse to his own locker, locker #22 I stuffed him in before I closed the door though I took my knife back out and cut out his tongue so that he couldn't say anymore awful names to me.