"HIII KENNY KEN KEN"I heard a specific blonde female yell behind me,annoyed I sigh quietly so that she wouldn't hear me,suddenly she hugged me from behind."KENNY POO I MISSED YOU!~"..'urgh,kenny poo?'i thought to myself.Usually I don't mind nicknames..the ones she gives me are more like pet names,which I hated..."Ah, hello there Emily."I said in my usual calm tone."IIIHHHH!!!"she screeched in excitement."Uhm..can you let go of me?I need to go."I chuckled hinting that I felt uncomfortable."BUT KENNY POO..don't you love me??"..w h a t? "..I love all my students" I tell her as I try to break free from her arms.Finally she lets go of me.And I start making my way out.Out of the blue,"Hey Ken?" she says. "I-I I LOVE YOU KENNY POO, MORE THAN AN INSTRUCTOR, PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!",my eyes widen in shock, I never knew she would actually confess. I was always scared that this moment would happen, I had to reject her but who knows how she would handle it.."Emily,I'm flattered,really,but..I don't like you in the same way you do" I whispered."oh.." Emily murmured. We stood there in silence."Uh..see you tomorrow in class Emily" I said but she stayed quiet.
The next day I entered the class hoping that she won't give me a death stare, but to my surprise she was perfectly fine.Relieved I sighed knowing that the lesson would go as planned.
*1 hour later the lesson is done*
I was packing my things and realised that something is missing"Urgh"I groaned "Why do I keep loosing my stuff?First my water bottle then my shirt and now my go happy spray?How do I even loose stuff like that" I thought out loud.Then I left to go home,"mmhhh I'm exhausted.."I howled then I changed into my pjs ,after that I laid in my bed."Am I being watched..?" I thought to myself "Nahh I'm just overreacting"After that I slowly fall asleep .
*BANG*,after I heard that I had awoken form my sleep,terrified I asked "is..is someone here..?"."Hi Kenny ken ken..."I heard a female voice say...I know who that is."Emily..what are you doing in my house..?" I uttered."Oh kennny poo,didn't you know?Im the one taking your stuff!,ohh Kenny poo didn't you know?Im obsessed with you! Aha..ahahha EVER SINCE THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU..YOU WERE SO NICE I LOVE YOU!I LOVE YOU!..but you don't.." the blonde screamed."Wh-what do you want?!-"I cried."..." "I want you."
Slowly she went on top of me and ..kissed me!?As soon as I felt her lips on mine I pushed her off"WHAT THE HELL?!I SAID I DONT LOVE YOU,URGH I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU,WHY CANT YOU GET THE HINT.SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN KISS ME?AND THE WORST PART IS YOU STALK ME AND STEAL MY STUFF YOU FREAK!."I shouted angrily. She stayed quiet,she was shocked that I would say something like that, even I was shocked at what I said, never in my life have I ever raised my voice.",.w-wait I'm sor-" I got cut off by her because she pointed a gun at my head"If you say a word to the police or your close ones that I'm threatening you and possibly your virginity I will kill you." Emily said in a serious tone.I stayed quiet and she kissed me again but rougher than before,she's enjoying it.I'm not.
After a few minutes she left the house.When she left I burst.I was sobbing like crazy "what will she do to me?.."I start overthinking.
Everyday.The same thing.I wake up,go to my yoga class,Emily comes to me,I go home and I cry.I can't do this anymore..
"What if I kill her?"I thought. The thought of it made me laugh like a damn maniac..because it was the solution to my problem.
....*The next day*
"Hey Kenny poo..<3 the annoying freak that would soon to be a murder victim said."Hey baby<3"I told her in a loving voice.Emily was surprised."oh.,I didn't know you had that in you~"the blonde came closer to me and started caressing my chest,during that moment I tried to hide my disgusted face."So..does that mean you love me too?~".."y-yeah"I 'assured'
her, hoping she wouldn't notice the loaded gun in my hand.100% credits to Noah <3
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Mystery / ThrillerThis story is based on characters created by different people in my Theater group. These characters range from possible murders to psychotic idiots to even people who may or May not be mentally unstable (no one is normal) and everyone has baggage...