You're Mine | A Yandere Story

Eight

[this part contains mature scenes]

I made my way to the Sakura tree behind the school, making sure to stop in the art room for a pair of long, steel scissors. As the Sakura tree came into view, I tucked the scissors into my waistband. I could see Kaleb's blonde head tucked into a notebook, presumingly doodling. As I approached him, he looked up.

"Hello," he said, "Where's Elise?"

"Sorry, she can't make the occasion, " I said, making sure to keep my voice steady. I heart was thrumming, excitement boiling in my stomach.

"Oh," Kaleb said softly, looking down at his notebook. I watched him quietly.

"Well, thanks for trying, anyway," he sighed as he stood up. I pulled the scissor out of my waistband before pulling Kaleb into a tight hug.

"Tyler, what're you -!?" Kaleb exclaimed, not being able to finish his sentence due to the scissor blades being thrust into his lower back. He didn't scream at first, instead he only let out a panicked gurgling that gradually became louder.

"T-Tyler?" He managed to cough out. I squeezed the scissor blades closed.

The tearing of the muscle, the crunching of the vertebrae, the definite snap of the spinal chord - oh!

My lips curled into a sickening smile as Kaleb slumped against my body. I wrenched the scissor from his lower back before placing them back in my waistband.

I haphazardly drug his body to the back of the school and dumped him in the dumpster. Quickly, I pulled off my sweater and tied it around my waist.

Your turn, Jayden.

I rushed to the storage room, my fingers twitching with excitement. Quietly, I unlocked and opened the storage room door.

Jayden was crouching in the far corner of the closet. Upon my entry, he looked up at me, his face red and puffy.

"P-please," he croaked.

"Aw, is big, bad, Jayden scared of the dark?" I cooed, pulling the gorey scissor from my waistband.

Jayden's eyes widened in fear.

"I-I won't tell anyone! Please, d-don't do it!" He cried, pressing himself against the wall. I snickered at his plight and crouched down to his level.

"You should have thought about that before you touched what's mine," I declared, grasping Jayden's face. He began crying and tugging my arm. This only forced my lips into a wide smile.

Keep struggling, you pig. You'll still end up dead.

"This is for looking at my Elise," I growled, plunging the scissor into Jayden's eye socket, earning a loud scream from him.

"This is for touching my Elise," I tore the scissor out of his eye socked before stabbing Jayden in the arm.

"And this is for every time you touched yourself at the very thought of her!" I laughed before plunging the scissor into his manhood. Jayden squeezed his good eye shut and began whimpering.

"I won't ever do anything to her again... Please, just don't kill me," his voice was hoarse and pathetic. I laughed in his face.

"I've already killed Kaleb, what makes you think you're different!?" I nearly screamed before brutally stabbing Jayden in the stomach multiple times.

I had lost track of how many times I stabbed him. All I know is that when he had stopped choking on his own blood, he was dead.

I left him there, rotting in his own gore. Quickly, I left the room, locking it and sliding the key underneath the door.

It would be a long time before they found him.

I slid my sweater over my bloody shirt and tucked the scissor into my waistband. Quickly, I left the building and walked home.