𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑆 －𝑁𝐴𝐻𝑂𝑌𝐴 𝐾.

𝗢𝗡𝗘

Daddy Issues || The Neighbourhood || (Now playing)

Word count: 1733

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TRIGGER WARNING: murder, blood(?), blades, mild panic attack, and explicit language

Proceed at your own risk.

Makayla

"Shut up!" I yell, not paying attention to my surroundings or what I'm doing. I could faintly hear someone yelling my name, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. It was like something had taken over my body. The usually chill and funny girl was...gone.

"Makayla, stop!" my mother pleaded, but I couldn't see her over the tears clouding my eyesight. I had kicked her to the ground, making sure she couldn't get up.

"Don't tell me what to do! You and him both deserve this!" I take my knife, pointing it at my mom. "Now you will suffer the same way your husband did. Go rot in Hell." I take my knife, plunging it into her chest over and over again. Her screams were like music to my ears. My dad didn't suffer the way she will, but soon they'll both be dead.

"Makayla?" A new voice said from behind me. I take the knife out of my mom's chest and point it at the new voice. "What are you doing?"

I drop the bloodied blade. No, no, no! He wasn't supposed to see this; supposed to see me like this. I tried hard not to let myself get carried away while he was around, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. What is wrong with me?

"I'm sorry," I cried. "I'm sorry..."

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"Makayla, pay attention, sweetie. What's going on today; is everything all right?" my teacher says, waking me up. Had I fallen asleep in class?

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I'm just a bit tired, that's all," Technically, that wasn't a lie. I was tired.

"You're welcome to sleep in my office; I would just hate for you to miss class."

"No, ma'am, that's alright. I'll try to stay awake. It's only four more hours until school ends." I say, and she continues teaching, and I fall asleep again. It's not like I was trying to fall asleep. I just couldn't help it. It was like my body was telling me, "Sleep, Makayla,"

I'm a good student; the top in my class, actually. It's rare that I don't pay attention, which is probably why my teacher was so concerned today. It was right after lunch, and I was asleep almost all day. At the beginning of class, I was fine, but after an hour or two is when I started dosing off.

I would ask someone for their notes from today, but I know that everyone is unreliable and won't take notes on what I actually need to learn. I'll just ask the teacher what we learned after class today and make up my own notes.

For the last hour of class, I was feeling a bit more energized, so I tried to stay awake for it. For the most part, it was successful. In short, what I learned today was nothing, only that we're going to start some partner project tomorrow.

I hate partner work, I like getting good grades, and everyone likes getting the grades that will at least let them pass. They do the bare minimum, while I like to go above and beyond.

When I got home today I went straight to my room and fell asleep, only to be woken up thirty minutes later when my mom got home from work.

"Makayla, I need you to clean the house up. Your father and I have some important people coming over tonight for business," she says as soon as she sees me laying down.