Casual Knife Party

Clean Slate

I smashed out the window of the bathroom and tried to fit my body through it. Being slim had it perks, you know, besides looking like a god amongst men.

The window was two stories up but I needed to get out of there. Fast.

I landed hard but knew I couldn't let pain phase me, luckily the bikes weren't far and most weren't locked.

I love idiots sometimes.

I sped home and guessed that the school would figure that I'd left soon and be calling my parents.

Bursting into my front door I dug into my parents pockets and grabbed their phones.

I quickly downloaded voice modulators on both, I needed it to be at least a little believeable. Surprisingly no missed calls on either phone.

Holy shit the cops are gonna find that body I left at Lexi's.

It was hard to breathe, realizing the hell of the situation I was in. I couldn't just get rid of the body, there'd be questions coming from everywhere.

Being completely fucked is a crushing feeling, being followed by extreme adrenaline.

I had a list of people I wanted dead, and now there was a ticking clock.

Gotta go fast.

I grabbed the guns my dad kept in "hidden" in his bedroom, stumbling across an old family photo.

Before the abuse.

Before the alcohol dependence.

We all looked so happy and at contempt with our lives. Big idiotic grins on our faces.

I was practically glowing with happiness and my sister was just a newborn.

I sent that picture and the frame flying across the room, tears threating to form in my eyes.

"Fucking emotions" I muttered before breaking down and falling onto my parents queen sized bed, drowning in tears and memories.

I felt like shit, but backing out wasn't an option now.

I grabbed my Dads six shooter and his vintage katana.

If I was gonna so this I wanted to be badass.

I rehid my parents body's, the scent of their corpses still lingering. A subtle reminder.

Dumping all the contents from my backpack I sorted through it and finally found the notebook that contained my "Murder these pieces of shit" list.

Focused on figuring out an order to get rid of these people, I was startled by the aburt ringing of my dads phone.

Time to test these new voice disguises.

"Hello?" I said, trying to make my voice sound like I'd been awaken by the phone.

"Hello Mr.Hallows, your son, Tyler got into a bit of trouble and is nowhere to be found at school, do you have any idea where he might be?"

"Again?! No, I don't know where he could be but if you find him call me, I'll give him a stern talking to." Holding back the laughter at the idea of my parents giving me any sort of "talk."

"We'll keep you updated."

"Thanks."

*Click*

I pat myself on the back, job well done, I bought myself a little more time.

Right. The list. Its pretty short...let's just add a couple more people.

Whoever made that toenail scene from spongebob, counts for anyone who let that shit pass the censors.

Mr. Polymer

Myself.

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A/N: Guess who cried...like a looooot when he was writing this at 4 am?

The answer to the riddle is me.

I cried. At my own writing.

ANYWAYS

thanks to anyone who reads this book that is unedited and a bit shitty.

kthnxbye