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" --ʀᴜɴ...ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ...ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ! "

! Gore !

I let a small smile grace my features as I watched the life seep out of the man's face, blood dripping onto the concrete floor of the school's bathroom. Oh, how lovely it felt. I had killed an obstacle in my way. They were simply in the way of my love. My Norman. Norman Nash Minerva. How I love him so.

After staring at the deceased body of the kid for a moment in glee, I eventually had to clean up. No one would ever know—no one ever did. I made sure of it. Using bleach to scrub the floor from the blood and the broken organs that came out of the body, which I placed in a jar to sell later for cash, I made sure to dump all of the evidence out of sight. I grabbed a spray bottle from my small bag on my side, spraying the area with the school's usual scent. I placed the bottle back, before placing the body into one of the garbage bags I had in my bag as well. After securing the bag shut, spraying it with a perfume to lessen the bad smell starting to form, I peeked my head out of the men's bathroom. I would've gone into the private bathroom, but disappointingly there isn't any in this god forsaken school.

Making sure no one was aware I was doing, I quickly walked out of the room and disposed of the body, without anyone knowing (somehow). I brushed my hands together like patting off dust and swiftly turned back to the school, going into 5th period.

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The next day, I was met with a random girl who came up to me and confessed her feelings. She was a red-head, with some freckles sprinkled on her pale skin with overalls on. I internally judged her, as she didn't look even a bit good in it. If you're gonna confess to someone, at least wear appropriate clothing. I sighed, and brushed her off, saying I wasn't interested and gently pushed her away. She was in my personal space. I heard her crying behind me and her awfully loud heels clanking onto the floor as she dashed off, clutching onto the flowers she brought to me. I smiled softly, enjoying the reaction, before turning off and humming a small tune.

An hour or so later, people were freaking out over something in the middle of the white, marble floored hall. I went over to check, and it turns out that the girl who proposed to me before was dead on the ground. She was practically bathing in a pool of her own blood, and some stepped away frightened as the blood continued to expand on the floor. I watched curiously.

Dead? I didn't kill her. I guess someone else did. I hummed once more, glancing around to see if anyone suspicious was also in the group of terrified students.

I had made eye contact with someone who I couldn't identify at the moment, before they simply looked back down at the body. I huffed softly, turning away and walking home, thinking not much of it. It was only a girl with bad fashion dying in the school hallway. It was quite the dangerous neighborhood, anyway. Happened kinda often. Eh, I'm better at it, anyway. Hiding the evidence, I mean.

Later on, I got about 700,000 bucks from selling that one broken organ. Turns out, it was liver. Though, since it was broken, the person who paid me decreased the average amount of money from 800,000 to 700,000; understandable enough though. I didn't mind, it was still a load of money I was willing to have. Now I'm filthy rich. :)

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A few weeks have gone by, and the killings have gotten more and more out of hand. First, it was that red-head, then every single time a person came to me to confess, I'd find them lying dead in random places throughout the school. It kinda feels as though they want me to see. I took a bit of a liking to it, thinking that may be the case. It'd be nice if someone wanted my attention that badly, to the point of killing for me. It made me feel special, in a way. I made sure to not really talk to the people I actually like–meaning my friend group that included Emma, Gilda, Don, Nat, and Ayshe. They were worried, but they understood. If anyone dies, I just hope it isn't them or Norman. Even if I haven't been able to actually communicate with him, I still love him dearly and wish he doesn't die. Oh how devastated I'd be if my love would die–it'd be unbearable! I'd be heartbroken, and quite frankly, kill anyone who even mentioned him. That may even include my friends.