Kick Me

My First Victim

 Why is everyone laughing? I looked straight ahead, to a group of giggling girls. I rolled my eyes; it has to do with them, the four girls. I pass by into the restroom. Just as I thought. I pulled the 'kick me' sign from my back, avoiding my lengthy black hair. I looked at my reflection, my hollow green eyes staring back at me with my white tee shirt and black jacket over it.

I leave the room watching my surroundings. The mindless people laughing silently to themselves as I strut passed. "Will you just shut up?" I snapped at one before entering the classroom on my left. "Yeah, I don't like people either," I glanced over to the sound of the voice. Mrs. Perce was chuckling at my startled reaction. "You tend to get used to the idiotic behavior, I mean it's not like you can kill them, and make their existence vanish. Although, a person can dream." I gave her a sideways glance. "The halls should be clear Cassie, go ahead and leave, it's the weekend." I gave her a faint smile, and started my walk home.

The door slowly creaked open when sight pressure was added. I walked in to see my brother and his girlfriend making out on the couch, and let's just say, it wasn't PG. I slid right on passed. I made my way to my room; it was a nice October day, so I actually felt like being outside. I lay on my bed and began to read.

When I looked up from my page it was nine thirty, perfect. I slipped out of the covers onto my windowsill, and took a leap of faith. Well, not really, the impact was rather nice.

And, no I'm not stupid, I know it's dangerous to be out here without someone else, but I have my pocket knife, that I cleverly named Steve. I set a course to the park, my converse paddling across the pavement nicely.

I crossed paths with the swing set, and might as well. The stars shone brilliantly when I saw two figures in their light. Those bastards, the stars waited years for their light to hit earth only to have their path blocked last second, rude. The figures approached becoming clearer. Is it seriously a drunken Poppy, one of the girls to blame for the 'kick me' sign? Oh, and don't forget the countless other things they've done. Please, don't even begin that road, it doesn't end. Her and her boyfriend drunkenly swayed over to the swings, she is obviously hammered. I watched as he pecked her forehead before leaving the scene, leaving her and me.

I watched as she face planted and giggled. "Hey, Cassie," she stated trying to get up, which only made a monkey show for me. "What?" I asked harshly. "You look stupid," she poked her own nose, just waiting for my reaction. I just glared at her. "We all know you're not smart enough to do anything." She laughed as she talked. "That's why my friends and got away with it. Because your dumb," something inside of me snapped. I've been putting up with their harassment since like second grade, and now I'm a senior. I stood up, not even thinking.

"You know its danger to be alone right? But, that's only for the prey." She gave me a confused look. Her intoxicated brain was only trying to figure out what I meant. I huffed out a breath and I reached into my jacket pocket. "You know Poppy, if you never left your house then you might not have had this coming," pulling my knife out I jabbed it into her chest. I watched her bright brown eyes slowly drain of color, her fast moving chest stop, and her head finally turn. She was, my first victim.

~Flashback~

"You know why no one would ever love you, because you're a freak." Poppy laughed as her three followers kicked my stomach and back. I brought my arms up to shield my head. "Go get the bag," Poppy ordered. Amy jolted back to where Poppy's bag was strung out as Amy grabbed a green bag. "This is going to mess up her life," Jess said as she caught the green bag. "Did you call? Jess? Are the police on the way? This amount will definitely warrant some time in juvie." Poppy cackled. I just lied, there whimpering as they stuffed the weed into my jacket pockets and the four of them bolted away as the sound of sirens drew closer.

"Ma'am why were you found with this?" A young female asked while I still on the ground, as another male officer stood behind her crouched form. I just shook my head, it hurt to breathe, let alone speak. "It wasn't you, was it?" The man deduced, probably watching my frame shake from the abuse. "Hey Whitney, can I talk to you for a second?" The female stood, as they both walked over to police car on the side. I could hear faint murmurs, but not actual words.

"Where do you live at?" Whitney asked with a sweet voice after the conversation she had with the silent man standing next to her. I told her my address as she helped me up, after taking the drugs of course. I was sitting in the back of the car with my head down, and my arms protectively over my stomach as the intensity of pain grew slightly as the shock was beginning to vanish. "I'm putting this to good faith my dear; this will stay off the record, okay. Jason and I have decided it's for the best. Now, if I find out you did something similar or even see you in the station because you got into trouble, I won't help you there. Got it?" Whitney rambled. I just nodded my head as the car came to a stop in front my house. "Have a safe night," she said. I felt tears brimming my eyes because I was rather scared to go back to that house. I shook internally at the thought that Nathan, my cousin might be there. "Thank you," I said as she opened the car door, I don't know what came over me, but I hugged her. He hesitated before she hugged me back. I sauntered off to the front door, sliding the key in and entering.

7th graders can be horrific.

I walked to only to be startled my Nathan. "I saw the police car, what do you think your parents would think?

~Flashback over~

I looked at the lifeless corpse that lay before me. I calmly looked around to find that I was alone, but there was some blood that had seeped deeply into my white shirt, leaving a stain. I zipped my black jacket only to find some blood in my hair. I pulled the sleeve over my hand and wiped the handle of the knife in her chest. I really do wish she stayed home.

I pulled my hood over my head as I began to jog home. I got to my house in a matter of minutes, to no car parked outside, so no one was home. My brother probably went to his girlfriend's house, and might I add, gross. I ran up the steps two at a time. What was I supposed to do? I ripped off my jacket and shirt. There was no way I was going to redeem the shirt, but, the jacket had a chance, and no, I was not going to get rid of my leather jacket. I walked into my bathroom in my white bra with a little red splotch near the lining. Damn it, two of my favorite clothing items, gone. I looked myself in the mirror, and I didn't look any different. I mean, was I supposed to? I still had the same empty green eyes, night black hair with hardly visible spots of clumped red and pale skin. I was the same me, the only thing that changed was I killed someone. Wow, that thought was rather nonchalant, can I introduce myself like that? Probably not.

I disregard my clothing, as stepped into my steamy shower, watching as a light pink stream entered the drain. I ran my fingers through my hair multiple times after I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I scrubbed my body and turned off the water. I stepped out and wiped my mirror off to asses my reflection. And still, there was no change. Does that make me psychotic? The fact that I don't feel anything different from before?

The weekend was nothing major, and let's just say, that was the best sleep I've gotten. And I'm pretty sure someone found the body, I mean, I didn't exactly do anything to hide it. As of right now, I'm on my way to first hour. Looking around the hallway, many people looked grim, and lifeless. Oops, didn't mean to make a pun there, why not roll with it? I mean, nobody nose what I'm thinking, well, maybe nosey people. I giggled to myself, I am really good a jokes, apparently.

I stopped in front of my locker to take out my text book for science, or more specifically, biology. I walked into the class room with a dead looking Mrs. Perce. The bell rang and the class filled soon after. "As I am sure all of you are aware, Poppy Zinder is no long with us, however, we must push forward, and whomever responsible will be caught." She stated as she locked eyes with me. "Can anyone tell me what body system has to do with the majority of hormones?"

This was relatively every class, except the question was different. But hey, what can I say, she might have had it coming.