Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)

"F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye..."

[[Chapter started: October 13th, 2014.]]
[[And right back to work I shall go.]]
        The following day was quite humorous, actually. It amused me to see how disappointed the bullies were to not see Erik arrive that day. I recall hiding a faint smile when they started making comments about how they won or how he finally gave up coming to school. Especially because it was not their victory to be proud of, it was mine. 
        I guess this is an appropriate time to inform you that I had no sympathy for any teacher at that damned school. If I haven't made it perfectly clear already, no teacher had a single redeeming quality. They were all horrible people and deserved a slow, agonizing death. I made sure that I had plenty of fun activities for each of them. 
        Then he arrived, my old homeroom teacher, Frank O'Conner. The bitter feeling of hate crept its way into my mind as he marched over to his desk like a drill sergeant. He stopped and stood beside his desk, giving everyone in the class an intimidating glare. The students fell silent, as if they were actually afraid of him. My my, afraid of Mr. O'Conner. Always a saddening thought to know that people in my class were fearful of him. No teacher could sway me at that school, my contempt towards them were too strong to feel anything else. As his gaze came in contact with mine, I narrowed my eyes slightly. It was an expression that was meant to tell him that I wasn't taken aback by his abusive demeanor. He didn't seem to notice, unfortunately.
        He proceeded to lecture us in that default monotone voice that all of the bland teachers seemed to possess. As he spoke, I grew tired and zoned out, letting my mind wander freely as I stared at chalkboard. But then, at the most untimely moment, I began to hallucinate. But it wasn't just Twenty Four wanting to confront me about something. No, this was a different circumstance. The first true psychotic episode I had experienced. It all started with a whisper.
        "Hey... Hey, you..." I turned my head to observe the row of students sitting behind me. It didn't seem like anyone was trying to grab my attention. A classmate whose name I can't recall met my gaze and delivered a confused expression. I shrugged in reply and refocused on the lesson.
        "You! You, right there!" I glanced back suddenly, trying to catch who was messing with me. I still couldn't discern who it was that was calling me. In retrospect, I'm not even sure why I was so quick to assume that they were talking to me and not some other student sitting near me.
        "Curtis Augustine!" A stern voice caught my attention. I whipped my head around and came face-to-face with Mr. O'Conner. His eyes burned with disgust and hatred. His chapped lips were drawn back in a snarl.
        "Pay attention or it's right down to the principle's office for you, boy!" I rose an eyebrow at his unnecessary scolding. He opened his mouth to most likely yell at me for having an attitude, but just as he did, every noise in the room went silent. All of the background noises, Mr. O'Conner's voice, I couldn't even hear my own breathing. The soothing sounds of reality were replaced by an loud and irritating ring. It was high-pitched and emitted from every corner of the room. I looked around in panic, trying to find the source of it. Students stared at me with sorry looks. They probably assumed that I was freaking out due to the teacher snapping at me in front of everyone. 
        "Curtis! Wait! Don't listen to him!" I was growing more terrified by the second. My heart was racing rapidly, yet still picking up speed.
        "Ignore them, they just want to hurt you!" "I'm going to get you..." "Help! They got me!" "Don't listen, Curtis." "There's only one way out. Only one way to escape." "Don't do it!" "Do it..." "Please, don't listen!" "Hurry! Help me out! They're going to hurt me!" "It's a trap, Curtis." "Listen to me, I'm trying to help you." "No, no, no! It's a trap, I tell you!" "You can't trust any of them." The voices echoed through the room, guaranteeing that I wouldn't hear any other sound. My mind raced with loosely connected thoughts, all of them paranoid and delusional. Thoughts that only grew more intense as the students all turned their heads slowly to stare directly at me. Their lips curled into twisted smiles, some of them showing sets of menacingly sharp teeth. The children laughed, they all laughed. They were taunting me. They knew what I was going through, and they loved watching my reactions to it all. A group of girls sitting at the front of the class pointed at me, their shrill giggles were grating and insufferable. I stood up to punch those girls' teeth in when a large hand was set on my shoulder, suddenly pulling me back into reality.
        Students were muttering to themselves and glancing at me curiously as they left the classroom. The bell must have rung while I was psychotic. The hand on my shoulder belonged to the teacher, who looked even more furious now.
        "...and you have detention, Mister! Tonight until 5 O'clock!" And with that, O'Conner spun around, violently grabbed his belongings, and marched out of the classroom. I was still kind of in shock from what had happened, so I didn't really absorb what he said to me, yet. I did come to the realization that I had detention that evening, but I couldn't have cared less. Like I had mentioned before, my parents didn't get home until late in the evening, so they wouldn't even notice if I got home late. After the end of school bell rang, I returned to my homeroom class. I was prepared to sit and stare at nothing for the next two hours. I had my notepad and a black crayon in my pocket, so it's not like I didn't have anything to entertain myself with. I took my usual seat in the middle row of the class and relaxed for about fifteen minutes until Mr. O'Conner arrived. He had a thick stack of papers held in his hand that he slammed onto my desk. A dense stack of paperwork sat before me. I narrowed my eyes and frowned, looking up at him and meeting his dark gaze. There was absolutely no way I was going to do all of that work just because my teacher was a sadistic monster. I stood up to full height, opening my mouth to object when Mr. O'Conner interrupted me.
        "This is what misbehaving and disrespectful children do after school. Did you really think I'd just let you sit for two hours doing nothing as your punishment for being so rude and disrupting my class? I'd mount your head above my fireplace for what you did, you disgusting waste of time!" He shoved me back down into my seat. I couldn't believe it. That teacher thought he was so damn tough, pushing around children younger than half his age. I was so shocked that he had the audacity to step to me that I couldn't even say anything. He took out a sharpened pencil and placed it on the stack of papers.
        "Get working!" he shouted. I guess from there you could say the situation escalated quickly. Unable to speak my feelings aloud, I decided it was time to show him what I thought of his ridiculous way of doing his job. No, I was going to show him what every student thought of his tyrannical ways. I tightly clutched the sharpened pencil in my hand and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. I pushed him backwards over a desk and furiously punched his face multiple times. I sacked him with my knee before dealing my finishing blow. That finishing blow is exactly what you expected from the title of this chapter. I rose the sharpened pencil and drove it deep into his left eye, making sure I got it in the farthest I could before ripping it back out. He tried to scream as I did, but I used my free hand to cover his mouth. As his blood pooled out of his punctured eye, I shot him a satisfied smirk.
        "Turns out your twisted ways of treating other human beings decided to bite you in the ass finally, huh?" His only reply was a look of shock and terror before his gaze grew more distant. I watched as his life slowly slipped away from him. His body fell limp, but the deed was not yet completed. I opened a window to my left and threw Frank O'Conner's now lifeless corpse out. I acquired his bags, climbed out after it and shut the window. I dragged the dead weight into a dark alley and threw his bag to the ground next to him. Lastly, to make sure there was no evidence that I had any interaction with O'Conner after school hours, I returned to the building and told the office that I had left something in my locker. When I arrived at my homeroom class I retrieved the stack of papers on the desk, grabbed my bag and headed home. 
        
        Oh, and that silly grin from before made a reappearance.

[[Finally finished F! Yeah, high school isn't fun for me. Too much work to worry about lately. I hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for chapter G/H!]]
[[Chapter completed: December 2nd, 2014]]