I hated them. I hated those cheerleaders. High pitched, annoying and ungrateful brats. Everyday I here them complaining about how their daddy bought them a Chanel purse when they asked for Gucci. I see their victims carry their shopping bags at the mall and I see the way they treated them. Yelling at them, shaming them, cutting down their self esteem to shreds. I knew, I had to save those poor girls, I had to end this all. It would be very simple. Every month, the girls would find a girl to be their slave. The poor girl would have to carry their bags and purses at the mall, buy the girls their Starbucks every morning so they would have something to drink after morning practice. All I needed to do, was wait. When May rolled around, the girls thought that I would be there next victim. What they didn't know, was that I would be their last victim. The first two weeks, they treated me like trash, but I was nice. I got their frappuccino and carried their purses. One time, one of the girls forgot her wallet and I spend over a hundred dollars at Hot Topic. She won't be needing that credit card in a few weeks. Finally, the end of May would come. I bought their Starbucks and met up with the them after cheerleading practice.
"I don't even know why any guy would be attracted to you. You wear too much black. Plus who would want to date a suicidal sociopath like you?"
I rolled my eyes and handed them to their drinks. Today, they would be gone.
They started on having a conversation about their boyfriend. I groaned under my breath, I knew this conversation, bragging about their boy friends. They didn't even care about the girls. They only dated them because they looked good and their reputation would look good. I waited for the drugs to take effect. In about thirty minute, the girls were out cold. I dragged them down to my basement. My parents wouldn't be home for a week. I chained them up and gagged them. While they were asleep, I deactivated their social media accounts, spent all of their money, made sure my plan was going according to plan and spread plastic sheet all over the floor and walls. When I came back, the girl were still sleeping and suddenly anger took over me. I slapped them and yelled "get up". The girls woke up with a start. They looked at me in terror and one girl started screaming. I slapped her and said "shut up!" She shut up and I removed the duct tape covering their mouths and smiled at them with a knife in my hand.
"What are you doing?" The captain cried. Her mascara ran and I chuckled.
"I remembered the day I wanted to try out for the cheerleading team." I said,
"You and your posse just laughed at me and said I was too ugly."
I stabbed her in the eye.
"Now who's the ugly one!" I taunted her. She started crying and I kicked her in the stomach.
"Please stop!" She cried
"Not until you got what you deserved."
I turned to the next girl. Her blond hair was splattered with her friends blood I gave her a sick smile.
"I remember that day you cut up my favorite band t-shirt and spent the entire week telling me to kill myself. Then after that, you called me a Satanist and spread rumors about me sleeping with your ex-boyfriend. I told on social media about your little affair with three of our honor roll classmates. I'm pretty sure your boyfriend wasn't too happy to hear about that." I shoved a paring knife up her skirt. "Now little slut, you better say your sorry before I shove it in any deeper. She was sobbing and begging for me to stop.
"Was that a sorry?!" I yelled and shoved it in even deeper.
"Sorry." She whimpered.
"Good."
I turned the the third and final girl.
"I remember when I was dating Jake and you decided you were going to make my life a living hell." I told her.
I grabbed a sledge hammer. The captain started crying. "I said shut up!" I yelled bringing the hammer onto her head. The sound of the crack was so satisfying. The light left her eyes and I smirked.
"You thought it would be fun to kiss him in front of me." I continued. I hacked the girl's arm off and smirked.
"Looks like you can't wave those Pom poms around now."
I brought the sledgehammer down on her stomach and blood splattered all over my face. I brought the sledge hammer up to my mouth. I licked the blade and tasted the blood. The metallic taste filled my mouth and I licked my lips. I brought the hammer down again and hacked up the girls bodies. I finally wiped the sweat off of my forehead and examined my work. I smiled at myself.
No wonder Gerard way said teenagers scared the living shit out of him.
