Micah waited until it was pitch black out. He didn't want anyone to see him as he left the building. As he stepped foot out into the dark night he knew he couldn't back down now. It was now, or never.
He started heading up Gilbert Ave. checking to see if anyone was around every once and a while.
As he neared Wells Street he stopped. He didn't want to go through with this. Jes meant a lot to him. She had been there when things were horrible, he didn't want to kill her.
You have to Micah. She suspects you. You don't wanna be put in jail because of that skank do you? Micah shook his head. He kept walking towards Jes's house. When he reached the driveway, he knew he couldn't use the front door.
He snuck around to the back where he found a window partially open. He opened it more to where he could squeeze through. He landed silently.
He made his way slowly up the stairs being careful not to hit the squeaky parts. As he reached the top of the stairs he had feeling of regret. He wanted to turn back, but he was far too deep already. He silently opened Jes's bedroom door and walked over to her sleeping figure.
He looked down at her and felt sadness. He hadn't even picked up the pillow yet. He shook his head and grabbed the pillow next to her, slowly he put the pillow over her face and pushed down with all his strength. Jes soon started to struggle and thrash at her unknown attacker when she heard a voice that made her feel safe, but now terrified her to the bone. Micah's.
"Baby please don't make this harder." Were the last words she ever heard before her tiny figure stopped struggling. He removed the pillow and sat beside the lifeless corpse. He kissed her forehead before getting up and quietly walking out of the house and back down the street towards home.
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The Hit List
Terror21 year old male Micah Scott has been bullied through his school life. He swore he'd get revenge on those who tormented him. And now, it's time. And his hit list is full.
