Stained hands

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I was watching him... from my table, scanning his every move, every step, every breath. I couldn't explain the feeling it gave me, I didn't know if it was bad or good, but it was definitely addictive... it made me obsessed, like a drug.
          His presence consumed my thoughts, leaving me intoxicated  and consumed by a constant need to be near him. Yet,  I was aware that a guy like him wouldn't even look in my direction.
        I knew he was out of my league. But still, I couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance he might see me differently. It was a foolish thought, I knew, but it was enough to keep me hooked.
            And so, I continued to stare at him until some giggles interrupted my thoughts. My heart sank as I recognized the familiar sound of their laughter. The stupid and beautiful girls, always together, always gossiping, always ready to make my life miserable. I tried to shrink back into my hood but it was already too late.
            Their loud laughter filled the cafeteria, making all the other students fall silent and stare at them. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as their laughter grew louder. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and never come out.
           After a few seconds that seemed like hours, one of them approached me and whispered in my ear, her breath hot on my neck. "You like Dylan?" they all started to laugh, while all eyes were now on me.
            When they were done white the laughing, Octavia stood up and walked towards me, her heels echoing in the room, and stopped behind me. She yanked my hood off and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as she pressed  her sharp nail on my neck. "Listen carefully," Octavia hissed, her voice low and threatening. "You stay away from Dylan. He's mine, understand?" I nodded, fear gripping me as her nail dug into my skin. "Good," she said, releasing me with a smirk. "Remember what happens to those who cross me." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me trembling, But i wasn't trembling with fear, but with anger. I was angry, my vision was blurry and my blood was boiling in my veins. I wanted to get up and stick the fork I was holding in her  neck...  But I couldn't... not now... not in front of everyone...
           As the room slowly emptied, I sat there, sweating  with rage. With a deep breath, I stood up, my hands still shaking, and I left the building silently. Octavia may think she has won, but i am a fucking psychopath.
         That evening under the blanket  with the flashlight of the phone, I cut Octavia's last star... You may be wondering what star I'm referring to... Well, it's very simple! At the beginning of the year, I made a diary with all those who wronged me, and I drew 5 stars for each one. And since then, every time someone upset me , I cut off a star.  When someone runs out of stars... I kill them... At least that's what I planned... but so far I haven't run out of stars.
              Well, Octavia wasted the last star... so from now on she should sleep with one eye open.
              The next day of school, I hunted Octavia... every step... every move... I followed from the shadows, and I managed to find out that my dear Octavia was going to leave alone, because her friend she was coming home with was picked up by her mother earlier.....
             That might be my only chance to clear up to my name and I wasn't going to pass it...
           That evening, I followed Octavia with a hood on my head and a mask, making sure I wouldn't be recognized. It was cold, colder than usual, as if I could feel the wave of bad decisions hitting me. the road was wet, from the rain earlier, and dark, not a single car was passing.. Finally, after so much hunting, Octavia entered a narrower and darker street and I was ready to follow her, but then a deep pain hit me in my stomach, and my whole body froze, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see clearly, I couldn't hear... All I wanted to do was run away, but I simply couldn't. After a few seconds, Octavia's scream unfroze me and brought me back to reality. But... why is she screaming? I didn't do anything to her!... I leaned a little to look around the corner of the buildings, and then I saw. It was Octvia on the ground in the pool of blood, and him... With a smile from one ear to the other and with a rusty knife full of blood in his hand... I froze again.
             When he raised his gaze, and  looked at me, laughing, I was frozen and in my head I could only hear his laughter. After a  second he starts running towards me and I suddenly come back to reality. I start running. I was running like never before. My legs were running by themselves. It was good, I was running so fast, I felt free, free from pain, from suffering. Even though I had gotten rid of the guy a long time ago, I couldn't stop running, I loved the feeling too much.
               When I got home I burned the whole diary and went to bed as if nothing had happened, it probably seems crazy, but I was happy that that bitch died, and I didn't stained my hands and conscience for her.
         Or maybe... then I realized... Octavia didn't live there... she had no reason to go on that alley... unless she was trying to run away from me.... FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'm a criminal! I got my hands stained! 

                          ....... The end ........