Fatal Lullaby

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I leaned over her body with a smirk on my face. I have already carved her face with the same thing she said to me, 'get lost bitch' with a knife. She was pale and crying and I was glad. What makes her think she can treat me like that? Nobody deserves to be treated that way. That's why I'm ending what she can never do again. I crouch beside her and take her hand. They are always manicured and perfect, I wonder how she'll look like with no perfect manicured fingers at all. I chop off her index finger and put it in a jar.

Her eyes are wide, and a pretty shade of blue. I was always jealous of them, the color of the summer sky, while mine was just the color of dirt. Perfectly opposite. Taking the knife I put it near the edge of her eye. Her eyes are watering which makes her look more vunerable. I dig the knife and pop out her eye, taking it out and putting it in that same jar.

Now missing one finger and eye she looks more human. She looks how she looks in the inside, Ugly. I look up, the night is dark and no one is around. It was a peaceful night in this small town. Then she makes a sound in the back of her throat. My head snaps down. Her only eye left is closed shut and her once perfectly rosy lips are pale and an unattractive color.

I also admired her nose. It was a cute nose, those noses' that babys have. A ball nose I think they are called. My roman nose is not at all cute like hers, but of course I dont mind how it is. Discarding the knife I touch the tip of her nose. I pinch it between my fingers and twist as hard as I can until i hear a satisfying crack. she screams in the back of her throat. Knowing its broken I decide to show a little mercy. Funny, because that's my name, Mercy. I slice her neck, and walk away, trying to get little of a mess on me as possible.

I walk back home.

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I wake up clutching a fistful of my blanket sweating. Not a night terror again! I always have nightmares but I never remember them. I wish I could remember them, it's not like I want to wake up sweaty, and my heart beating so fast. I get up, get dressed, and go down stairs to the kitchen where my mom's making eggs. She has the T.V. turned on and is watching the news.

"This has been the fourth murder this month. A young girl, named Allison Price, has been brutally murdered and decapitated. Police have not found the suspect, so the FBI has officially been involved. Allison was left lying on the street floor without an eye, finger, broken nose,and she was found with her neck sliced. Here is Julian and Isobel Price with some words,

"Please. Please, help me find my daughter's murderer. I would hate for her to leave this world without justice. She was a nice girl, I don't know why anybody would want to kill her. Please, if you know who did it call this number or the police." Isobel said tears falling down her cheek.

"She means the world to us, and now-now that she's gone...well it's really hard for us," Julian added"

"Another person murdered?" I ask my mom sitting on a stool.

"Yeah, seems like it's a serial killer," My mom said turning around to face me, she looks worried. "Mercy, I don't want you to walk alone to school anymore ok?"

For some reason I'm the only one not panicking in this situation. "Mom don't worry, nothing is going to happen. Besides in the news it says the Serial killer only strikes at night." Pause. "Plus, I have pepper spray," I added.

"Fine. Call me if you need anything Chipmonk. Bye, now go to school." Ah, the dreadful school. The school that makes me have these night terrors. The school that makes most of the outcasts emo. The school where all these people are victims from.

"Bye." I say and start walking to school. I put my hood up from my baggy sweater, so no one will recognize me. Once I get to school I head to my locker and spin my combination quickly. Taking my stuff out for my class.

I grab my books and head to math. Ugh math. My worst, and least favorite subject. As I get to the classroom Mr. Dolata is giving a lecture about turning in your homework. I slide into my seat. Unnoticed of course. The entire time I drown out the teacher and think about the murders.

"Ok class get in a single file line, and head to the auditorium." Mr. Dolata says opening the door. Everybody does what he says and we head to the auditorium. It's probably a remembrance for Allison. I hated Allison. Actually I still do, even though she's dead. I could never forgive her for what she did to me.

We arrive at the auditorium and take our seats. The lights dim and the stage light appears on the Principal. Talk about big entrances.

"Now students, I am sorry to say that there has been another murder case with a student that attends this school." He says his face sympathetic, but his eyes a whole other emotion. Some girls sob others with sad faces. They honestly miss that monster? Some things I will never understand. Slouching I try to hide myself in the extra sweater fabric, and succeed. Maybe I can crouch and crawl and leave this hell hole. Deciding it was fool-proof I start crawling. Some people are surprised and hiss at me, other people don't notice me at all. One person, Chanel Wieniesberg actually kicked me. That slut.

Heading for the exit I quietly slip out. No one notices me and I'm surrounded by peace and quiet. My school is right next to a forest so I head there. 20 minutes in I find a sturdy tree and climb it. 20 feet above the ground i find a branch two feet wide and sit on it my back laying on the trunk. Its pretty comfortable if you ignore the scratches that trees give you. My eyes are getting droopier by the second. Soon I drift off to sleep.

I stare at the dark leaves ahead of me. I turn and climb down the tree, jumping and landing safely on the ground. I walk a little deeper into the woods until I feel a rock hit my back.

"Hey bitch," I know that nasaly voice. I slowly turn, trying to tell her with my eyes to leave me alone. Chanel of course being the idiot she is doesn't budge.

"What." I say. My voice doesn't sound like myself at all. It's low and dangerous, yet still manages to sound like a robot.

"I know you did it," She snarls. "I know you did it, because a freak like you would do something like that. You were just jealous that you could never be like her. You. Are. A. Jealous. Bitch." anger is pulsing through my veins like a bad disease. She smiles coldly and puts her hands on her hips.

"Go to the police or I will." She says.

"With what proof?" I say with disgust. She sneers at me, turns around and starts walking. My anger duplicates as I watch her. In one swift movement I catch up to her and pull her long dark brown hair. She yelps in surprise. I push her against the tree, my fore-arm pressing against her neck. Her eyes are saucer wide and in shock. Her lower lip wobbles as she knows what's going to happen.

"You-you are the killer.." She manages to whisper. I don't say anything, just stare into her chocolate brown eyes. I hate chocolate. With no weapon on me I bang her head really hard on the tree. Her eyes get glazed over while she is trying to recover. Quickly I let go of her and grab a thick branch that was left on the floor. She tries to get up at the same moment I swing with all my strength. There's a sickening crack as she crumbles to the ground blood seeping from the left side of her head. I smile and grab mud writing on her face what she said to me 'You. Are. A. Jealous. Bitch.'

No, karma's a bitch.

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Hey! The girl in the side is Allison.

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