I finally made it back down to the classroom. I open the door and head straight to her desk to hand her the papers. She tells me a small thanks and I turn to head back to my seat, until I see it.
The new girl, in the seat right next to Jake's.
What the fuck? My eyes dart back and forth, between Jake, and the girl next to him. My eye lands on his bag, which is very conveniently moved out of the way in order for her to have room to sit. I clench my fists as I watch them. They're talking and laughing like they've been friends for ages. My blood starts to boil when I see her move closer to him, staring at whatever is on his laptop and batting her disgustingly long eyelashes at him.
This fucking bitch, who does she think she is? Jake is supposed to be mine, and only mine. First heather, now this slut? She needs to know her fucking place.
Why her? Why not me? What's so special about her? I start to wonder what is so wrong with me that Jake has to go seek other girls for. Am I not good enough? My head starts to hurt as my vision starts to spiral. All I see is red whenever I think about Jake talking to any girl other than me.
"Emma! I told you to go sit down!" the teacher yelled. I unclench my fingers before they start to draw blood. My vision starts to clear. I glance back, they're still talking. Jake has not spared a glance to look at me. He doesn't care about me. He wants her instead.
He... he wants her instead.9
That, that can't be. No.. he- he loves me!
He loves me.
Right..?
"EMMA!" the teacher screams.
I flinch, then head back to my seat. I flinch again, when she starts giggling. I glare at the back of her head. The sound of her giggles ring through my head. How annoying. Oh, this won't do.
This certainly won't do.
-
I ran home during lunch. A billion thoughts taking over my mind. All of them spinning around my brain. My head feels like it's about to explode. I burst open the front door and stumble into the kitchen. Opening the cupboards, a glimpse of silver catches my eye. I take out a sharp silver knife.
Kill her.
I run down my front porch, gasping for air. Thoughts of Jake with that girl flood my brain. I sprint across the streets. I vaguely hear cars honking and people yelling, but the silent buzz of my brain and the endless amount of thoughts keep me running. How could I ever fathom a life without my dearest jake? I don't know how I would live if I didn't have him by my side. For every waking hour, all that ever occupies my thoughts is him.
Jake with that girl, that can't be. I won't let it be.
Kill her.
I run through crowds of people, shoving and pushing my way through them.
I get back to the school campus. Catching my breath, I look around, from left to right.
Where is she?! I need to find her. I need to see her, I need to-
KILL HER.
-
I finally saw her. She leaves the school through the back door.. I trail her until she turns right into a desolate looking neighborhood. I keep my distance as she walks, seemingly distracted, not aware of her surroundings.
Kill her.
She takes a turn into an even more quiet looking part of the neighborhood.
Hurry, she'll get away if you don't hurry.
This is for the best. I can't stand another second, enduring this pain. It overtakes me like a virus. I just can't seem to get rid of it.
Hurry.
I creep up behind her, close enough to where I can hear her music blasting out of her headphones.
Hurry.
I reach my hand back and rest my hand on my knife before-
She'll get away if you don't fucking-
HURRY.
"You fucking bitch!" I pounce on her from the back. She yelps before spinning around, then stumbling to the floor, landing on her back with a thud. I fall down on top of her and put one of my hands around her neck. "You." I seethe, feeling the handle of my knife securely in my pocket, I reach back to grab it.
"W-what? What the hell are you talking about?" she screams at me. "Let me go!" she cried "what the fuck do you want from me?!"
I put the knife up to her throat, then she stopped struggling. She widens her eyes at me. I can hear her loud heartbeat.
Thadump. Thadump. Thadump.
It sounds so sporadic. So messy, so helpless.
"Please! We can talk through this! What do you want from me? What did I do wrong?" she screams with tears in her eyes, hands gripping my wrists.
How tragic.
Thadump.
I can't hear anything. I don't see anything. I see nothing but red.
Thadump.
All I can hear are those stupid heartbeats.
Thadump.
One heartbeat too many.
Kill her.
I quickly retract my hand that's holding the knife, and in one smooth, fluid motion, I slash her neck open. One slice is all I need. The sweet sounds of her screams are like music to me.
"You can't have him. I'll make sure nobody can have him besides me. Nobody will ever lay a fucking hand on him ever again. And I'll make sure of it."
I watch the blood spurt from her neck, and savor how she chokes on her own blood as she gasps for help, help that, unfortunately for her, will never come.
I stay until she's dead. I watch as the color drains from her face. Her pretty body is still warm when I run my hands over it. It really is such a waste.
I lean my head back as I sit back on my feet, and let the grip I have on the knife fade away.
It drops to the concrete.
I close my eyes.
The adrenaline is nauseating. My head starts to spin. A smile creeps across my face before I can bring myself to stop.
"Ahaha.." I start to giggle maniacally. "I win now, right?" I say out of breath. "That's it! That's exactly it! Now that you're gone, he'll love me! He'll always love me! Nobody will be able to get in between me and him, ever again." I giggle uncontrollably.
"Jake is mine."
"All.. mine."
