Goodbye Harold

Untitled Part 1

WASSUP BROS! I did this awhile ago, and I am pretty sure it was a dare. I think I did this in year 6 or year 5... but I decided to transfer it to this account since I deleted my old account for sad, embarrassing, and dreadful reasons. I didn't want to leave this masterpiece behind, so I changed it to past tense because I thought it would be kind of iconic in a way. I FINALLY EDITED THIS SAD WORK AND ADDED SOME MORE LINES AND DELETED SO MUCH SHIT I SWEAR, but the story is edited, and I doubt I'll make a part 2. 

Gerald POV:

Once more, here we go. All there is, is Harold; that's all I have to say; he just takes all the fame and abandons me, like I thought Tom Torero told him that family is more important. Well, today I tried to get a girl, but that whore asked, "Where's Harold?" I should have known she was just using me, but THAT'S NOT EVEN THE WORST part; HE'S A BOY AND MY SECOND COUSIN! HAROLD IS NOW TEASING ME, SAYING I'M GAY, INTERESTED IN INCEST, AND INFORMING EVERYONE. Everyone loves Harold, but what if there was no Harold but Gerald? They would have to feel bad and cheer me up. I can even be the next Harold. I'm crying in my room, thinking of methods to become more renowned.

HAROLDS POV:

"Guys, you'll never believe this, but I caught Gerald hitting on a guy who happens to be my cousin! HAHA, HE IS GAY!!" Everyone began laughing, oblivious to Gerald's plans for something incredibly sinister and vile.

3 WEEKS LATER

GERALDS POV:

Finally, I have everything I need to plot my revenge. I have an axe, a broom, clothes, tape, signs, and fake tears. Let's get to work! MUHAHAHAHAH.... Let's go fetch this stupid giraffe because I'm going to beat him with an axe, tape his lips shut, and get new clothing for myself so they won't see any blood on my shirt.

ON THE SCENE WITH HAROLD

I led Harold to an abandoned school and said, "Start." I pressed record, and he started talking about his speech. That's where I slowly pick up the axe and... start bashing and slicing off his neck, looking at him with pure disgust and not even a hint of guilt. I smile like a maniac when blood and organs go everywhere. It was so much fun that I would do this every day, but oh well, bye, Harold, my little dead cousin.

HAROLDS POV

I was with Jerald, and he was filming me, but then he told me I should put tape around my mouth to look cool for a shot, and I agreed. He walked up to me, placed tape around my mouth, and walked back to the camera. I wanted to ask why an axe was there and why we were at an old school, but THEN he slowly reached out for the axe and started TO CHARGE AT ME WITH IT WITH ONE BIG SHOOOSH I FELT My large but long and skinny neck hit the ground, and my last glance was at my blood. My blood and organs were all over the place, and my vision gradually turned white.