REVENGE (Short story)

Revenge

Caden

"Good game guys!" the coach yells to everyone. I pick up my bag and start lugging it home. As I walk home, I see the freak in the middle of a field. She's probably summoning something with that emo crap she listens to constantly.

"Hey freak! Having fun slitting your wrists?" I shout at her. Her face falls when she sees me. Good. I hate her. I don't know why. She's just fun to pick on because she doesn't fight back. Ever.

"Kill yourself you fat, ugly slut!" The tears prick from her eyes. She deserves it for being just so, different. It doesn't make sense why the teachers allow her to come to school. She's just an embarrassment to the school and she ruins everything. She starts drawing lines with her fingers on her thighs and wrists. What the hell? I didn't know the freak ACTUALLY was suicidal. But now I can have fun with this.

"You fugly, suicidal freak!" I laugh and then continue walking home.

Brookelyn

I can't believe Caden found my secret spot. You're stupid. Everything he said about you was true. Everything they say about you is true. I hate life. I absolutely hate it. I just want it to end. I don't know what I did to deserve this. Maybe it wasn't anything specific. Maybe it was just me. I'm just not good enough. I shouldn't be living. I look back at the road and see Caden texting and walking at the same time. He's probably telling the rest of the jocks where I am so they can all come and torture me. I take my razor out of my pocket and start crying. Why do I do this to myself? I'm mutating myself. I do this to myself. All of this is my fault. I hate myself so much. I run the blade across my skin. The blood starts pouring almost instantly. This isn't enough. It's not working. Cutting is supposed to take my pain away. But it's not. I pick up the gun and put it against my head, contemplating whether to pull the trigger or not. My hands are shaking. I can feel the cold metal of the gun against my temple. Do I really want to do this? I don't know how much longer I can do this for. I have too many demons and they're winning. Would anyone even try to stop me? I slide my finger to the safety lock and turn it off. I'm sweating. Do it. They don't care. They won't notice. No one will. I have thoughts about this, and dreams that this happens. And today is the day that it becomes reality. I slide my finger to the trigger and pull.

Caden

I hear the sound of a gun go off and run back to where the freak was. I see her covered in blood on the ground. Oh my god. It's all your fault. You did this to me. Shivers go down my spine and I can feel a presence. No one is behind me though. Why did you do this? I did nothing. But you chose to bully me. Bully me to the point of suicide. How can you live with yourself, knowing that you caused this pain? I turn around and walk home, deciding to leave her body there. Someone else will find it. This isn't my problem. My legs turn me around and I can't stop them. It's like something is controlling me, like something is taking me over. I go back over to where her body is and pull a piece of paper out of her pocket. How did I know that was there? I try my best to drop the note and turn the other way, but I can't. I unwillingly read the note. "I tried to get rid of my demons. But it was hard. They were there when no one else was. The voices told me that everything they said was right. They told me to cut and that it would make it better. But it didn't. That's why you're reading this note. You probably think I'm crazy. That's exactly what I am." the note reads. I drop the note and look over at her body. A grin comes across her face. What the actual f*** just happened?! I run as fast as I possibly can to my house. Running away won't help. I go into my room and lock the door. I don't know what made me lock the door. I keep the lights off and close my curtains, blocking any light from coming in. What is making me do this? It's me. Brookelyn. I had a name, you know. I think I'm going crazy. I stare myself in the mirror. I take a good look at myself. I see it. It. Just, it. My eyes. I see it in my eyes. Hey freak! Having fun slitting your wrists? I look down at my arms and there's a razor running across my skin. I don't feel anything though. I look back up in the mirror and my reflecting is grinning. I see Brookelyn standing behind me in the mirror. But then I turn around and she's not there. My mind's playing tricks on me. I can't stand it. I hate it. I try to turn around and go to sleep, but my legs won't move. It's like someone filled my shoes with cement. My reflection is making faces at me. Kill yourself you fat, ugly slut. Finally, I'm moving. I can't feel myself walking. I have no clue where my legs are taking me. My legs carry me to my little sister's room and taking one of her jump ropes. Next thing I know, I'm in my basement standing on a stool. The rope hangs. I clutch it with my hands. What is going on? Why is this happening to me? Yes, I bullied her. But it was just a joke. Or at least, I thought it was. I find myself holding the rope around my neck and tying it. It digs into my neck. I see Brookelyn, grinning. She kicks the stool away. The rope tightens, and then everything goes black. You fugly, suicidal freak!

The End