I Only Know How To Love

12: Jack

I head to school, and I see Catherine, Kate, Sophie, and Hayley in the cafeteria. I go up to them. "Guys?" I start. "What do you want?" Sophie asks me with a harsh tone. "I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted the other day," I tell them. "You shouldn't be apologizing to us. You should apologize to Cashmere, not us." Kate tells us. "I feel like I don't know you anymore," Sophie tells me. I don't understand. "Who told you?" I ask Hayley as they head off. "The only people who truly care for her," she tells me. I see Alexa, Allison, and Anika enter into the cafeteria. Heading up to them, I yell at them, "Cashmere told you?" "So you admit it!" Anika exclaimed. "You were never supposed to know," I tell them. "Really? So you could get away with it?" Alexa yelled back in my face. I've had enough of this. "You know what? I'm not your friend anymore. I don't want to be friends with a rapist," Anika told me. "I'm not a rapist," I tell them, hoping that they'll at least listen to my story now. "If you're not a rapist, then what are you?" Allison asked me before walking away. Anika had kneed me in the dick. It hurt like shit. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her back and held her hostage. "How many more people did you tell?" I ask her. She didn't say a word. "Anika, tell me! How many other people know?" I ask her, raising my voice. She still didn't say anything. "Not going to say anything, uh? Well then I guess that you're not going to be saying anything ever again." I finally told her before I snapped her neck and backed away as she fell to her death.

"Jack! What is wrong with you?" Allison screamed at me. I ran for the bathroom and hid myself in a stall for the entire morning thinking about what I had done. I killed Anika. She didn't deserve to die. I don't know what came over me; I just wanted to know the truth. But that truth died with her. No one else knows. I don't want people to see me as a rapist; I just want to tell someone what's going on in my life. But no one would believe it. A tear fell on my lap, and as I saw that I was crying, my phone rang. It's Jennifer, my mom. Throwing my phone across the stall, it lands on the floor, cracked and outside of the stall. I finally got the courage to stand up, open the stall door, and head out to the mirror. Looking in the mirror, I saw a flash of what it would be like to live with this. "Rapist"is what people would put on my locker. Smashing the mirror, my hand was bleeding for a second, until it healed up fairly quickly. I grabbed my phone that was still on the floor, and I headed out of the bathroom. I just wanted to go home.

I had heard steps from behind me. Looking behind, I saw that it was Snow, one of Cashmere's friends. "Snow," I tell her. "You're Jack," she told me. I could tell what was going to happen. "You," she told me with anger in her voice. "What is wrong with you?" She started off. "What are you talking about?" I ask her. She couldn't have been talking about the assault. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" She yelled at me. "Oh really?" I yell back at her. This was getting out of hand. I wanted to get out of here. "Oh yeah. I know it was you who assaulted Cashmere," she told me. I was now caught. "How did you know?" I ask her. "What do you think? I predicted it?" She asked with a rather rude tone in her voice.

I let out a quiet "...yeah..." "She told me. And you should know better," she told me before heading over to the Constable's office. I didn't want her to rat me out. "Stop right there!" I yell out at her. She had stopped and I headed over to her. "Or what? You'll kill me? Go ahead, take your best shot!" She yelled at me. Snow had just given me an idea. "I wouldn't actually kill you. Yet I think you just gave me a good idea," I tell her before walking around her and stopping behind her. "What are you talking about?" She asked, I could tell that she was scared. I ran my hand through her hair, pulling it back to reveal her neck. "Such a pretty neck. Sorry I had to break it," I tell her. "What?" She asked.

I bite into my arm, and bring it to her. I forced her to drink my blood, and then snapped her neck.