June 23
It's the last day of school. I can finally stay home and be alone. But what am I going to do for the next three months? My parents are rarely home and I don't have any friends or even someone to talk to. There is nothing to do in this town! I think I'll just do what I normally do-draw all day.
Early in summer vacation, nothing significant happened. But suddenly, I heard a small little voice from the corner of my room. I looked around, but there is nothing but my bed and desk. A few minutes past and it spoke once more. "Hi", it said, I look again and there, standing in the center of my room, was a shadowy figure of a boy. "H-Hi" I said in fear, it responded with "I love your drawings, they are so pretty". I hesitated, "Thank you", I've never seen anything like him. Wanting to know who he was, I asked "Who are you?" There was a long pause, he answers with an apathetic expression "I don't know", I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He looks at me and says "Do you want to be my friend?" Surprised, I respond with "Ok". He hugs me with a happy smile on his face. But then, I immediately felt a strong shiver up my back. I could tell that something horrible was going to happen, but I couldn't figure out what it was, must be me being paranoid again.
September 8th, the first day of school. I brought my friend along with me to school. Weirdly enough, no one noticed that he was with me, but when I talked to him, everyone gave me weird looks and whispered to each other. I hated it since it made me feel like a freak. Everyday is the same, I can't talk to him in school because everyone judges me, but I adore the conversations we have. Lately, he started to sound more aggressive, he keeps ranting about how they are just jealous. I walk home from the bus everyday after school with him, but I noticed that a group of students that are older than me started to follow me home. They keep stalking us for weeks until one day... they rushed me down and attacked me. They beat me within an inch of my life, and then they left me there. All I could hear were the names they called me: "Nerd" "Weirdo" "Freak", their words echoed through my mind endlessly. With my backpack ravaged and all my personal belongings stolen, I just layed there, and all I could do was cry. But then, he was standing in front of me. He helped me up and walked me home. He also made me feel better when no one else could. I assumed that the attack was the catastrophe I predicted, but then... he hugged me once again and the shiver returned. It could mean nothing, or something worse was going to happen.
Once a week, those violent group of students beat me up and take of everything of value I have. I can't tell any adults about it because what are they going to do about it? It's March 20th, the first day of spring and I don't want to be treated like an outcast anymore. He told me to grab the biggest knife in the kitchen and use it against them if they try once more. I initially said no, but he insisted, since I hate them with every part of my soul. I left the bus and there they were. One of them tried to tackle me to the ground. Without hesitation, I pulled out the knife and pierced his chest with it. He collapsed to the ground, motionless. I was horrified at what I did, and as I looked at the stained blade, he said to me "Kill them". I smiled gladly and rushed them down. I quickly slashed one of their necks open, disemboweled another, all that was left was one person and a sea of bloody, mutilated corpses. Covered in blood, I smiled at the lone survivor and slowly approached him. He said to me" G-Get away from me, y-you monster!" I glanced at my friend and he yelled "SLAUGHTER HIM". I leaped toward the survivor and split his head down the middle. I look around, and realized at what I have become, I rushed home, and locked myself in my room. I kept saying to myself "You are a murderer", but then my friend tried to help me. I slam my fist on the desk and yell at him with my eyes full of tears "WHO ARE YOU!?" He answered without hesitation "I'm you". Wiping tears from my face, I said "Why did you force me to become a monster?" He looked down and refused to say anything. I knew I have to face the repercussions of what I did, so I sat in the corner of my room, weeping away. He saw me cry every day and watching me cry once more after killing that group of students broke him. He lost control of himself and forced me to get up. There I realized that he wasn't some kind of person, but a figment of my imagination. He took full control of me, and made me pick up the knife I used from my backpack. I thrust the knife through my heart, and I collapse to the ground, trying to reach for the knife. The last thing I heard was him saying: "I'm sorry".
