Kick Me

Amy

                My eyes went wide. "You know your home late," my brother muttered. "You weren't even supposed to leave. Do you know how stupid that was, with that girl getting killed?" He shook his head in disbelief; I'm guessing he wasn't high. "Why aren't you with your girlfriend?" I questioned him rather harshly; I guess I'm still not over Jazmine. He let out a sigh, "she broke up with me." he stated bluntly. Now that I fully looked at his eyes were blood shot and puffy and much like my own. He set his gaze down ward and just lost it. He was truly crying.

Not really knowing what to do, but feeling my heart explode with guilt and sadness, I hugged him. He shook with sobs and just clung onto me, like a lost child. I know many might think this is weird, but you watch your twenty year old brother cry his eyes out. The one who is there for you when your father was out and just gone. "Why?" I finally asked, after waiting for a few moments. He sat up and wiped his eyes. "Because I refused." I looked at him curiously, "I refused to do drugs, and she lost all interest in me. She even tried to spike my tea with drugs." I took a step back, angry at my false accusations. "You never have done drugs? But all the times you were giddy, and really happy?" I questioned him. "That was because of her, Cass, she made me truly happy," I looked down at him with sympathy. "I'm so sorry," I muttered.

"Cassie, why were you crying?" He asked, trying to look strong. It was my turn to look down. "I went to Jazmine's grave today, that's where I was," I said. He looked down at me with glazed over eyes. "Why?" it was only right to receive this question.

"I had too, I miss her, I really do. Why did she have to be in that car?" I collapsed with sobs. This two years ago! "Nobody wants their best friend to be in a car accident, but she tried. She knows you love her, you didn't leave her side, even when she was declared brain dead. You held her hand through her last breath." He whispered. "I'm going to go to bed now okay, I love you," I whispered to him. He gave me one last hug before leaving me alone.

I crawled under the covers, and cried myself to sleep.

I almost broke my window my alarm started to play "Nicotine," by Panic! At The Disco because I threw it across room. Sadly though, it has batteries. I groaned as I got up feeling a satisfying crack in my back. I muttered incoherent words to myself as I stood up and marched over to my closet. I just randomly grabbed clothes and threw them on. No makeup, I just simply brushed my straight hair, and walked down stairs. I rolled my eyes to seeing my dad just lying face down sleeping at the table. I skipped merrily along my way to the school.

The only real even that took place today which mind you has been six days since Poppy's murder, well, my murder. Still everyone thinks that her boyfriend, Larry I think, I really should pay more attention, was arrested in sixth hour. It was a great show to watch as he pleaded and cried about how he didn't do it and how he was innocent, and all that crap.

And don't get me wrong, he is innocent, I mean I am the one responsible and hell yeah it was awesome; I am kind of getting away with murder here. The only evidence the police had a death threat to her in his pocket. Wow, Poppy surely pissed off a lot of people. It was actually enough to get him arrested though, which surprised me. It described the murder the way it happened. Poppy getting stabbed, that was it. She stole his weed and made a whole mess of his thirteen relationships, or his thirteen whores, hard to keep track.

After school had ended I was walking to locker, Amy assuming head bitch in replacement of Poppy. Absolutely perfect. I was facing my locker as it slammed shut because a very angry Amy doesn't know how to play nice. I felt a pressure on my back and shrugged it off. "What now?" I rolled my eyes, trying to get the five eight blonde away from me. I looked passed her when she didn't say anything. "Jess, Jackie, you're okay with her taking leading position?" I turned my head back to Amy, "You stink horribly at being the leading lady, why not give the spot light to someone else, it makes your nose look big," I changed my tone with the last couple words. "Should we tell everyone about your drug problem that you had in seventh grade?" Amy shot back, trying to sound like she knew what she was talking about. "You mean how you and Poppy and Jess, all planted drugs on, I'm friends with a very nice police officer, well two actually, I'm sure if I called Whitney and Jason about you selling yourself they would kindly help you out of that life, although your pimp wouldn't gladly appreciate that, would he?" Wow that was a horrible insult, even for me. When she didn't saying anything back, I knew that's actually what she did. Her eyes filled with fear, and nothing else. Sadly, no one else noticed. I shrugged my shoulders and started to write a note on a piece of paper.

What is the going rate? Text me?

I handed her the paper and walked off, as if nothing even happened. You see, Poppy was just dumb luck, and the number for the phone I have, its well, disposable, so I'm not too worried. I hopped with a skip in my step home.

The going rate is fifty for males, seventy five for females. I laughed as I received the text. She isn't too bright now is she? I hit the call button.

"How about ninety dollars?"

"Fine, but you can't tell anyone, please Cassie, I implore you." She begged.

"Meet me at the alley way, behind the bowling alley, and wear something slutty," I hung up.

When darkness came I changed into my oldest clothes. Might as well be smart about this, and I grabbed Kiwi. I jumped out of my window and made it to the alley within the same hour. It wasn't too close to my house.

I approached the mouth of the alley way, hungry for the prey. I saw leaning against the wall a skimpy looking Amy. "You know, I never thought you were lesbian," she said as she peered her head up. She wobbled over to me as she expertly grabbed the hem of my shirt when I shoved her hand away. "What is it that you want then? If it isn't sex, what is it?" She said, as I slipped behind her. "A corpse," I whispered in her ear as she turned to me. "A what?" she asked as he knit her eyebrows together. I pulled Kiwi out of my pocket and opened the blade, pressing the tip to my finger as I twirled it stepping closer to her only to receive her steps back. "A corpse, a lifeless body, remains, carcass, you know, take your pick." I stated as pressed her back against a wall and cornered herself between a dumpster and wall. "Why?" she asked quietly. I smiled bitterly. "Oh, sweet naïve Amy, never trap yourself, weren't you ever taught that?" I looked at her as I gripped Kiwi tighter and more frim. I felt all the anger I had for her boil to a point of no return as she saw the murderous glint in my eyes. I jabbed the knife into her gut, twisting it once it broke flesh. My hand slapped over her mouth as she tried to scream. Not satisfied with already semi-fatal wound, I ripped the knife out and tried again, and again. In the end there was twenty seven punchers and her eyes were stone cold.

I titled my head to the side; I guess that was rather ruthless. I leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "Kick me."

I took Kiwi with me this time. I covered my shirt with a jacket that I left at the opening to the alley. I felt relief soar through me as I made it to my room unseen. As I did before I looked myself in the mirror. My green eyes didn't see, lifeless. I shook with the adrenaline that came with the thrill of the kill. I smiled a true smile and stripped and took a shower.

I danced around my room after I put on my pajamas. I was way over joyed. It was such an addicting drug. The most exciting part was the watching her come to the realization of it being me. Also in this town, if a prostitute gets killed it's literally shrugged off. It was and innocent crime. I giggled way to excitedly. This was only going to get more fun.

I tossed and turned in my bed, I just couldn't fall asleep because how much I wanted to do it again, even with the high I was on now I wanted to go higher. There was nothing better than watching the life leave. I'm happy I've had enough and snapped. A realization came to my mind, what if they find the box. Or the new one that held even more blood? Only because I forgot about my finger prints.

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