Today, she is wearing her normal, a turtleneck with long sleeves, long pants, and Vans. Every day, he writes down what she wears and what she says. He watches her every move, follows here home from school.
She doesn't know this, of course. She is too lost in her pain to care about things like this.
He watches as she pulls down her long sleeves to cover the scars that hide there, memories of the pain she has felt. He writes this down. She hasn't said anyhting so far today, as usual, but he makes sure to know when she does.
Today he watches her very closely, closer than he has for a long time. He watches her, because today is special. Today is the day that he has been waiting for ever since he had the Idea, the Idea that he has prided himself many times. Today he will help her, and she will finally be happy. She will get what she's wanted for a long time. She will be pleased, and that is all that he cares about.
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Today at school, he follows her to every class, even the ones that they don't share. Nobody notices him He is too insignificant to attract much attention, but he knows that, today, he will be very significant to her life. He watches as she gets bullied in the halls and in class, but he doesn't do anything, because he knows that today will be the day all of her problems will be solved. He smiles at the thought as he watches her from a stall in the bathroom during lunch. He watches her remove a small blade from her pocket. He watches as she looks at it. She looks at it for a long time. Finally, she puts it back in her pocket. He is puzzled by this strange behavior of her. She doesn't usually do this. He shrugs, waits for her to leave the bathroom, then leaves the bathroom himself.
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Before school ends, he gets on his bike and rides to her house. He carefully hides his bike in the large hedge, like he does every day. He enters through her window, which he knows is always unlocked, even though he doesn't do this very often. He quietly climbs into her closet, and leaves the door open just a crack. There he waits, until she gets back home from school.
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At night, he watches as she sits down on her bed. She lays down and stares up at the ceiling for a long time. He wonders what she is thinking about. If only I knew what she thinks about, He thinks. Then I would really know everything about her.
Finally, she falls asleep. At midnight, he slowly steps out of the closet, as not to wake her. He pulls the knife out of his pocket, he walks carefully over to her bed and gazes at her face adoringly, He smiles at the thought that she will be happy soon. He notices that she looks tense, and is glad that soon she will be peaceful, and that all of her problems will be gone. He knows that she has gone through much pain in her life, and has always wanted to relieve her of that. So, tonight, he will.
He brings his face close to hers, moving in for a goodbye kiss. Right as his lips meet hers, she breaks into an earsplitting scream. He swiftly brings the knife down upon her chest, and her screams stop. The blood spills from the wound, staining her white sheets. He waves goodbye, and climbs out the window. He pedals away with a look of bliss on his face. He did it! He finally helped her!
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He is glad that he was able to relieve her pain. Everyone else is not.
Her family cries over her body at the funeral. They could tell that she was getting better. She was cutting less, crying less. But maybe that was all an act, they say. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. They don't know who killed her. Many say it was murder. Some say it was suicide. All they know is that her life is now over.
