I'm so sorry - a Yandere Dream Story

four.

After couple of minutes laying beside him, I thought about what to do next. I had a perfect idea. Since I already got too far with my actions, why don't I enjoy the rest of it. So I got up, grabbed George and brought him to a room next to the basement. Everything bad happens in a basement. I didn't want to be boring like the others. George was now sitting in a chair. I had already prepared some rope so I didn't had to search for it. I made sure he couldn't escape. The room he was in was like a torture chamber and now you get to know what happened in there. Wtf don't wink at them. hehe.

After an hour or so, George woke up. He instantly started to panic as he saw what happened and what was in that room. He looked around and shifted around, tried to free himself but nothing worked. As he saw me, he screamed at me. I didn't know George knew all these swear words. He never swore. Woah that's how mad he got. I shushed him, he looked ridiculous. To shush him, I cupped his cheek and smiled at him. Holding my finger right to my mouth and saying 'shhh'.
I'm joking. Didn't even get to cup his cheek. He tried to bite me and I slapped him really hard. I was panicking too. His face got a red handprint. He started to cry and screamed more. So I took a screwdriver which was laying on a wooden table and pushed it slightly above his knee, right into his skin.

With the loudest scream I ever heard in my entire life, I had to put my hands against my ears to protect me from getting deaf. Then he started to cry like he was getting stabbed. Oh yeah he reacted well. I was satisfied but I left the screwdriver in there. Blood was oozing from his leg. I saw that he was getting unconscious again so I pushed the thing a little further in. Again, there were painful screams and his leg got numb. I love the pain in his eyes. With every pleading look, I felt so powerful.

With one swift motion, I pulled the screwdriver back out and placed it back on the table. George couldn't feel what was happening with his leg. But the numbness wouldn't last for too long and shortly after, he was screaming again. My clothes were already covered in his blood. The red liquid got everywhere. My socks were completely soaked in his blood. There was so much on the floor. I took both my socks and held them with one hand. With the other I held a lighter and started to burn the socks. Since childhood I liked to burn stuff. Even my friends toys. Yeah no one played with me since then.

My socks started to catch fire and I just threw them on the concrete floor. George was looking down, his eyes were dull but he wasn't unconscious. I walked around the table to look at some of my stuff. I had multiple tools for torturing. I hope you took a great look at them. They were beautiful. Everyone saw them. They took pictures and showed them on the news. Oh yeah. I treated his wound. Didn't want to get it infected. He shouldn't die that soon.

I got bored and let him be. He was still tied up in this chair. I just looked at mess I made and left.

Another couple hours later and I started to miss him. We could've now sat down on a random bench somewhere and ate ice cream. Gosh he made things so difficult. I thought about his words from last time where I asked him what he talked about with the psychiatrist. George said something with 'depression'. His mom may took her own life but I could swear, George was already over it. There must had been something else that broke him and then it snapped. He watched the news every time I made us breakfast. In the past months there were some killings going around and everytime it hit one of George's closest friends. In the end he'd had no one. Only me. haha. Yeah I admit I killed his friends. One after another. It was fun, you see. George talked about them very often and at school I got some information about them too. There was this one guy, I think his name was 'Karl'. Gosh he was such a cheerful guy. Always smiling, he literally radiaded positivity. Somehow I felt bad for him, he could've been the best friend anyone could have. Anyway I gave him a quick death. We met at a parking lot. I obviously followed him there but he didn't knew. I sat in my car as I saw Karl struggling with his vehicle. It made strange sounds when turned, so I walked out my car and asked him if he needed help. He explained that he heard something falling off while driving but he didn't bother checking because it could've been his imagination. I called someone for repairing and after thirty minutes, someone showed up to get the vehicle out of there. Me and Karl talked about different things like minecraft, streaming, relationships with certain someone's. What do people have with telling me literally everything about their lifes. Wow I must have been a great manipulator.

Humans tend to do things unknowingly when they're busy with something. Like me and Karl were too deep in a conversation and I started to walk. To my surprise he followed me without even thinking about it. He was talking the whole time and didn't notice that we stood directly on train tracks. Well there came a train but unfortunately it was so loud that Karl finally noticed. But he couldn't react fast enough. I already jumped to the side and till Karl noticed, the train had already railed him. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Lucky me came prepared. New clothes waited for me in my car, so I walked through the woods back to the parking lot to stay unnoticed. Poor boy. The last second of his short life, he looked absolutely confused. Woah, I was confused too. How can somebody talk so much? Strange world. Back at home I watched the news. Police and ambulance already arrived at the crime scene. Witnesses tried to describe me but I had my hood on and already burned my old clothes. No one could find me. Police marked it as a double suicide but one was a pussy and ran off.

The next one was a guy named 'Alex'. He never took off his beanie. We met at a casino. I asked him the same questions I asked Karl. He already had his suspicions, thought I came from the police to interrogate him but after some games and whisky, he trusted me. An hour later he started to puke everywhere and I went with him to a bathroom. He puked his guts out in a toilet. Let's say I strangled him with my phone charger. What? I had nothing else on me. His face got red, then blue-is purple. His eyes looked like they were squeezing out. Gosh it took so long for him to die. Strangling is boring but effective for torture. I made my way out, winked at the barkeeper who gave me a free drink. I made my way back to my car and drove home. Police were investigating his death but they let it go with 'he choked on his own puke'. Even tho you saw the very obvious strangling marks.

Then there was the last guy. He went by 'Nick'. To be honest, he was kinda cool. And it took a while to build up trust. We went to party's, got some kids wasted and watched many horror movies. One time I asked him how'd he want to die.

"Bruh just sleeping peacefully and never wake up. Doesn't hurt. I hate pain. What bout you?" makes sense.

Don't know. I replied. I never thought about me dying in the first place. Well obviously I don't want it to hurt and I don't wanna be alone.

Me and Nick grew kind close together but I had a job to do. The best thing was, to fulfill his wish. So I came from McDonald's and brought him a coke and some fries. Should be his last meal. No one could have expected that I mixed something in his drink. He asked me why I didn't had anything. I said that I already consumed my meal. Nick fell asleep pretty quickly. There was a knife on his small table which stood near the couch. He liked to collect knifes and obviously played with one of them while I was away. Like he already prepared it for me. I whispered 'thank you', grabbed the knife, held it against his throat and cut him from there down to the stomach. Blood released its self quickly. I didn't even bother to clean everything up, just let him lie there till his neighbors smelled the decomposing corpse and called for the police. The police went through his apartment and marked his death as murder but with no clue about the killer they closed the case. His death  got only in a small corner of a  newspaper. No one was interested. Cruel world. I may or may not shed a tear but I'd rather had George all for myself. Hanging with friends was a reason too, why he came late home most of the time.

He cried with every death that occurred about his friends. The third one made him cold and numb

Poor George.

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"So you're admitting that you killed all three of his friends?"

Did you even listen?

"Just need to make sure"

Gosh yes I literally talked how I killed them.

"Alright, you may continue."

Thanks I guess.