Confessions of a Female Psychopath

New story :) It's what I've been thinking of doing for a while. :) I hope people like it because I do ^_^ It's going to get more dark as it goes on. Just so you know.

I chose that author to dedicate this story to because she is one of the best writers on wattpad.. and just in general... if she publishes her story, The Cellar I will buy it in a hearbeat. 

Chapter one:

Confession #1: No one takes what is mine and lives.

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I stared at the boy sitting across from me on the wooden bench and felt anger rush through my body, 'He took my doll! No one takes my doll!' I thought madly, and looked down at the metal scissors that were sitting in my school bag. I had just gotten them for my birthday and I hadn't gotten to use them yet.

A smile came over my face and I reached for them, I was going to get a chance to use them now. Bobby, the boy next to me who was holding my doll kept mocking me and threatening to break it. But I just turned around on the bench, keeping the scissors behind my back and smiled brightly at him.

"It's ok Bobby, I don't mind that you took my doll, I have a surprise for you though." I worked to keep my eyes wide and innocent so he wouldn't guess that I was still mad that he had my doll and had crack it's face. I tucked my short brown hair behind my ear and batted my eyelashes at him. 

Bobby's face softened and he put my doll down on the bench next to me, "Really? A present for me?" He leaned forward with excitement but I put my free hand up in front of me to stop him from coming any closer.

"Close your eyes and you will get what you deserve." I chirped brightly, gripping the handle of the scissors tightly, 'He shouldn't have taken my doll; he needs to learn a lesson.'  

Bobby nodded and closed his eyes, "I'm ready Lilith." His face was bright and happy and his skin was smooth and flawless. That made me angry, my doll had a crack in her face because of him, and he should have one in his as well.

I brought the scissors up above my head and without hesitation brought them down into his exposed neck. He screamed but I put my hand over his mouth, we couldn't have someone walking in before I was finished.  Quickly I pulled them out of his neck, smiling at the gurgling noise he made.

I glanced around the playground and didn't see anyone so I quickly opened the scissors and slashed him down his face trying to copy what he'd done to my doll. His eyes were wide with fear and he weakly tried to push me away but it was clear that he'd lost too much blood already.

"That's what you get for breaking my doll you jerk face!" I whispered fiercely at him, deciding to end it before I got in trouble.

With one final smile at Bobby I slashed him across the throat, pushing as hard as I can to make sure he couldn't tell the teachers on me, he can't tattle if he's dead.

He slumped over and fell onto the floor. Suddenly I realized I would get in huge trouble if someone realized I had done it so I made a split decision and slashed my check and let out a scream before slitting my own throat but not pushing very hard.

I threw myself down on the ground and pretended to be passed out, but suddenly I remembered what I'd seen on my mother's crime show, fingerprints on the scissors!

I used the inside of my black shirt to rub them clean completely and stuck them in the secret pouch in my doll and pulled her dress down over it and clutched it in my arms. At that same moment I heard someone shouting mine and Bobby's name and smiled to myself. I wasn't going to get in trouble and that's all I really cared about.