Like Before I Went Psycho

Hi guys! I've been coming up with the plot of this book for a while and really like it so far. Just as a heads up, this book contains stuff like language and murder so just be aware. Please tell me what you think! - Connor

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Prologue - Planted

Remi

I sat on a dusty couch in the basement of a forgotten warehouse. This place had become my home, no, not my home, my base. The TV was on, and over the static I could hear the news reporter talking about the recent bomb that was planted in a middle school's parking lot; my middle school's parking lot. They thought it was the work of terrorists; those foolish bitches.

A bomb of that size could've been planted by a fourteen year old, which by the way, it was. However, people would never think I did it, because everyone thinks I'm dead. It was their mistake" to not even check the coffin. That little mistake might lead to a little accident at some point, just like the bomb. But the big mistake my brother made a year ago won't cost him a burn, or even an arm; the mistake he made will cost him his life. Have a fun life Bro, it'll be over before you know it.

- Remi

Chapter 1 - Sinner

Remi

I got up from the couch and walked over to the closet. I opened the closet and removed the briefcase from its hiding spot. I entered in the pass code and heard the familiar click of the lock. The case swung open and revealed my guns, grenades, and a single folder. I removed the folder and opened it. The first page reveled a list. I skimmed the list until I found the name I was looking for; I took my red sharpie and crossed the name off. One less bitch for me to get cause that bitch was dead.

The list was a collection of everyone that owed me pain. It stated with people that had done little things; people that deserved little amounts of pain. It built up to people that had done things so bad they didn't owe me pain; those people owed me their lives. And topping of the list was my own brother. My brother was a sinner. He deserved to die a slow and painful death. He deserved to be put through hell while he was still alive, and I knew just how to do it.

My plan had been put together piece by piece; exactly the way my brother's life was going to end. Piece by fucking piece.

Chapter 2 - Wanted

Jake

I glanced over my shoulder. I've been paranoid ever since that night. Remi was dead though, which meant I shouldn't be worrying about him. But I was.

I regretted what I did the second I did it, but what's done is done. I can't change what happened.

I glanced up and saw a flash of dirty blonde hair disappear around the corner. It was the same color as Remi's hair.

"Damn," I thought to myself, ""I really am paranoid." My mind said I was paranoid, but my intuition told me it was wrong, that Remi was still alive. If Remi was alive I knew that was bad news for me.

Remi was nice, but he could really hold a grudge. If he was still alive, I was wanted, and I would be at the top of his list until he got what he wanted from me. And I had a bad feeling that I already knew what he wanted.

Chapter 3 - Bitch

Remi

Glancing down the list Remi picked his next target. It wasn't his brother, instead it was a girl that he used to go to school with. She was the popular girl. The one everyone loved and hated at the same time. She was a bitch. A sneaky, manipulative bitch that always got what she wanted.

But the table was about to turn. I was going to get what I wanted. And I wanted her dead.

I picked a single gun out of the briefcase before returning it to its hiding space. Dawn was breaking and I knew I had at least two hours before I had to start the plan. I knew the plan by heart, but I decided to go over it again. The plan was very simple and down to a science. I had been watching her for weeks and knew exactly what I had to do at exactly what time.

As she walked out of her house I would be walking behind her. I would say I just moved into the Reed's house. The house had been empty and for sale for about five weeks after the previous owners had an unfortunate life-ending accident.

As we walked by the ditch with the grave already conveniently dug in the bottom weeks in advance by by me, I would trip and "accidentally" push her in (hopefully ruining her new Gucci heels in the process). Then I would revel that I am still alive. But sadly she won't be able to tell anyone because at the same moment I'd pull out my gun and shot her in the head. After that the only thing I had to do was cover her in dirt and wait for the missing report later that night. The bitch was going to get what she deserved one way or another, and if this didn't work I'd just come up with another genius plan.

One way or another that bitch was going to be dead.

Chapter 4 - Planned

Remi

Routines can kill. Doing the same thing everyday just makes it easier for someone to track you. Or in my case, kill you. And that was exactly what this bitch did. She woke up at 5:30 AM every single morning. Then she took a shower, got dressed, and brushed her teeth. Then she would go downstairs and eat befit going back into her room to spend forever carefully applying makeup.

Then she went to the bathroom one last time and walked out the door at exactly 7:00 to walk down the street to the bus stop. And lucky for me she was right on schedule today. I was standing on Tudor Drive just one house down from her walking towards the bus stop when she came out in at exactly 7:00.

"Hi, my name's Cody," I said politely. The bitch flipped her hair behind her head and continued walking. "I just moved in about to doors down at the Reed's old house." Again she continued walking as if she had never heard me.

I walked a little faster until I was standing next to her. She glanced at me and she quickly froze.

"Remi?" She asked surprised. Before she could say anything else I shoved her into the ditch.

I removed the gun from my pocket and pointed it right at her.

"If you say a word there will be a bullet lodged in your brain before you have time to blink," I told her. She nodded, and I could see in her eyes she knew she was going to die no matter what happened.

"Remember that time in 6th grade when you told everyone in the school that I was gay?" I asked her. She nodded yes and started to silently cry. "Do you remember that time in 7th grade when you knocked my books out of my hands and pushed me into the lockers? Or that other time when you told everyone I had a gay love for Damian? This is payback for those times and the many more like them."

"I only -" she opened her mouth to talk, but the sentence was cut short through the bullet I had just shot into her arm. She screamed in pain.

"Tell me why you did those things," I commanded.

"I only did those things because everyone thought it was funny," she answered.

"We'll it wasn't very funny for me ever think of that?"

"No I didn't I'm so sorry Remi."

I griped the gun tighter and aimed it at her head. Before she realized what was happening I pulled the trigger. Another life gone. And I didn't feel guilty at all. I quickly covered her body in dirt and started to walk home. She wasn't the first person I killed, and she definitely wouldn't be the last.