The Monster They Made Me

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Before I tell you my story will you be able to see me? See me as a person, a person with feelings, hopes, and even maybe dreams. I highly doubt that you will, because this is a story about how I got put on death's row.

My name is Hirota Akane, I've been sent to jail for assault and have been to 4 different schools in a year. Oh yeah, I was also 10 years old when this all started. Heh. When most kids cause problems or get into fights everyone turns a blind eye. But for me it's a different story. I used to have friends, surprisingly. I was still feared for being strong and not scared of getting into fights with the boys in my class but people still liked me. And then I almost killed a girl, a year older than me. That's when everyone got terrified of me. I didn't mean to send her to a hospital, it just happened. After that I guess getting into fights was all I could do. The kids at my next school heard what happened, they teased me but stopped quickly if I glared at them, I punched some of them in the face if they went too far or if I was bored.

It was fun though seeing all of these kids get hurt and being sent from school to school, till I got sent to jail at the age of 11. I don't blame them for sending me to jail. There were fights where I had a knife. It was funny to see all of these kids fight begging me not to kill them. Of course I haven't killed anyone yet. But I've been tempted to. Seeing them beg for life was so fun it just filled me up with happiness. I was only in jail for a couple of months, it went by fast. My parents of course when I got out tried to make me a good non-evil version of Regina George. They got me a therapist who had me start a diary. I never write in it. Why would I comply with what a bunch of weak losers tells me to do?

So here I am on my way to my 5th school. Everyone told me that none of the other kids knew about what had happened to me, what I did, all they know is that I am moving to this school from out of town. They probably expect me to restart by making friends 'normal'. But I can't go back, not after seeing kids older than me tremble in fear towards me, not after seeing kids pleading for their lives with a knife raised in the air ready to stab them. I liked the scent of blood, I liked hearing them beg for their meaningless life. Should've killed them. Not killing any of those kids is something I regret, and I'm not gonna make that mistake again. But I won't get caught, I'll make friends, and kill kids one by one. There will be no pattern. No way to tell who it was. Then I'll make it look like I was a victim. That's right I will kill my classmates until I get so bored that'll kill myself but make it look like the person who was killing everyone else killed me. What happens after that I don't care.

I sat down, pulled out a notebook and started to doodle on the cover. Getting friends would be hard since the school year already started most of these kids probably grew up together.

"Hello!?" the girl sitting next to me said, poking me in the shoulder. She already seemed like the perfect candidate to be the first victim but yet again I needed a friend.