Janine {Completed}

Part 2 - Adolescence

By my 12th birthday the stray cats had all disappeared from my neighborhood.  Emmy had grown up, and would scream every time I tried hurting her. I was desperate to try and find something, anything, to inflict pain on.

That's when my step dad got a pet puppy. I'd been begging for one for the longest time, but for all the wrong reasons.

My family got a 6 month old golden retriever that we named Bud. Bud was adorably pleasurable to hurt. Once, while my family was out shopping, I stayed home to "finish my math homework," which by the way wasn't even a page long. Anyway, instead of doing that, I indulged in poking Bud with various sticks from the backyard, as hard as I could and as long as I could. The way he would whimper and sulk back would crack me up. His reactions to the painful games I would play with him was what got me going.

Soon, my family noticed Bud was avoiding me and seemed to fear me. That's when my jerk brother Garold remembered the rock throwing frenzy I had with a neighborhood cat from years ago. He confronted me about it, and asked if I abused Bud. I denied it all while trying my best to fake being offended. Still, he wouldn't believe me. He was seventeen, definitely old enough to get the picture.

Garold ended up being a tattle-tale and telling my whole family about what he thought I did to Bud. He was telling the truth, but nobody believed him. They all just thought Bud simply didn't like me, so we got to keep him.

Garold went out of his way to make sure Bud came nowhere near me. It hurt, knowing that my own brother was afraid of me and what I could do.
And since Garold loved Bud, it meant hurting Bud meant hurting Garold, so I didn't want to do it anymore.

After that, a realization hit me. Hurting things my family didn't know about wouldn't hurt them. I could inflict pain on anything and anyone they didn't know. It was brilliant!

So, I made as many friends as I could in my seventh grade class. The boys, the girls, the nerds, the populars. I talked to everyone, and got them to trust me. Once I had a good group of people, people who trusted me, I invited them all to my 13th birthday party. I had to wait all the way until May, but on the bright side it gave me all the time in the world to start planning.

I planned on having a sleepover with 3 other girls, Layla, Sally, and Beth. I liked none of them, for they were all stupid and worth none of my time. I simply used them for my own pleasure, to take advantage of them without them even realizing it.

When the sleepover finally came around, I had everything planned out. I'd wait until all three girls arrived, then would start my game with them.
That's exactly what I did.

Like I had said before, they're all stupid. That's what made it all possible in the first place. Had they been equipped with common sense, I wouldn't have been able to play the game.

So, they came. All four of us went down to the basement, where I had the candy at. A big bowl of their favorite candies; skittles, starburst, m&m's. I would reward them with one pack of any candy they wanted if they made it through a round of the game. The game was, that I would cut their backs with a kitchen knife, hard enough so that they bled. If they made it through without screaming, squealing, or chickening out, they would be rewarded with candy. And, they were stupid enough to actually play.

The first one who I cut was Sally. Apparently she hadn't had skittles in forever, and she was always a daring type of stupid girl nonetheless.
The moment the blade touched her back, I had to fight the urge not to bite my lips at the way she gasped in pain.
"Don't scream, or you won't get your skittles." I kept having to remind her.

When Sally's turn ended, Layla was next.
She earned m&m's.
When Layla's turn ended, Beth didn't want to go. She was scared. I urged her that it wouldn't be that bad, and she would get candy and become a stronger person. It took what seemed like forever to finally persuade her, thanks to my exceeding persuasive skills. It made me get angry at her, which caused me dig the knife into her back in too deep. She squealed, throwing her head back in pain. I only ravished the moment. The next time the knife cut her back was even deeper. Blood gushed out and she nearly screamed, I stopped before she could actually scream.

I remember how Beth looked back at me. She was so scared, and hurt. I gave her candy even though she almost screamed, I just had to reward her for feeling so good to cut. And I only banned screaming  because of my family, they'd hear and come running downstairs to find me digging a knife into my friends' back. If only they weren't home, I'd allow the loudest of screams, but quiet enough so the neighbors couldn't hear.

Their scars were still visible the next morning. I even remember falling asleep with the memories of cutting them fresh in my mind, licking my lips at the image of them squirming under the cold blade.

Without a doubt, my 13th birthday was the best birthday in my entire life.