The life of an undead cheerleader

Darling Dont Be Afraid

As I pass streets littered with lovely homes, I can't help but think about what just happened. I killed Sheldon, held his bloody face in my hands, and just dropped it. What has happened to me? I'm not that person; I wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone. Does that make me a bad person now? Am I the only one who is so mad and fed up with people bullying others that I'm willing to kill them for it? Does this make me heartless?
I keep thinking about it for only one moment more than shake my head and speak to myself in a low whisper, "no, this makes me a savior...well, an undead one " I am doing this for all man kind and these people...well they deserve what they get.
As I approach my old school, I see my family leaving. I move to hide in the bushes and watch them closely; as I look at my little sister, all I see is tears. This is my fault. If I had just sucked it up, maybe I wouldn't have to hide from them. They, my family, have had to live without their daughter and older sister. All because I didn't want to put up with the shit I lived through anymore. I was selfish.
Then I see her, Chrysti, the sleazy bitch I've been waiting for. She wears her cheer uniform proudly, but there's a look in her eyes I've never seen before, the look of guilt. The look of feeling she's done something terrible, and well she has, but now I can teach her the lesson I set out to teach, the reason I'm back for revenge.
As I approach the school, her posse joins her. I jump into the nearest bush. "I need to get her alone..." I wait for the bell to ring and step back out of the bushes. I carefully open the big black doors to my old school.
All Saints preparatory school is a large black castle-like building with many windows, long hallways, and giant ass rooms once you get to know the halls you know, how many steps there are, the exact number of classrooms, where to go, and where not to go.
I stop to think, and then moments later, continue to walk. I walk into the locker room, the last place I saw before I shot myself dead before everything went black. That's when I noticed my blood. It's still there on the ground. They didn't mop it up? Why the hell would they leave blood on the floor. I mean, though it's usually empty, people come in here to smoke sometimes. Mainly because the smell in here will cover up any scent...yuck!(isn't this a biohazard?)
I move closer to the blood on the floor when all of a sudden the door opens quickly a girl runs in crying. I can't help but smile devilishly.
It's Chrysti.