Molly

Another rainy day.....

Another day....

Day.....

With closed eyes she enjoys the rain.

No other sounds, just the rain that washes away all the tears, pain and blood. It's like earth would take a shower and wash away the mess that we made.

"Sorry mother Earth, that I made extra mess today. Hehe"-She thought to herself.

Slowly opens her eyes to see her galaxy ceiling. Why not? Why it always have to be basic? It matches her black room walls. It feels like she is in a black hole. Light shade of black bed, and dark blue closet. That's all what she needs.
She turns her head to her left and smiles. Broken picture frame dropped on her floor. Oh and what is this near it? Tear up picture. 4 pieces.
She takes first one, takes lighter from under the pillow and lights it up.

"Mommy you look now as hot as dad told you."
She takes the second one and stabs it with knife endlessly "Daddy that was the pain that you gave me when you were raping me."
She takes the third one and rips in to pieces "Little sister saw too much. "
She takes the last one, takes marker, draws smile on the face and stares at it. "Molly. Oh dear Molly how silly you were. Living all those years with people who hated you"-she puts the last piece in her pocket and a tear escapes her eye and it hurts her scar on the face when all the memories flew back to her little head.

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I cry. Cry as I never cried before. Why. Why it hurts so much? I'm just sitting on cold school toilet floor in the middle of the lesson. I just can't take it anymore. Every break, I'm pushed, people around me bullies me. Why? Because I'm different. I have blue hair, few piercings on my face and a lot in the ears, also I only wear black clothes. I really hate this place. Every lesson I scratch my wrist with broken pen clip. It makes you bleed a little, but it hurts more than blades. But it doesn't help me anymore, I couldn't handle my tears back, so I had to leave the lesson. I stop my tears after few minutes and suddenly I just can't feel anymore.
No tears, no emotions.
Nothing.
I stand up and go straight to the class. Take my backpack and walk from there, but teacher grabs my wrist and with that moment I slit her throat with scissors that I'm holding with my right hand. All I can hear now is silence and her gasping for air as she collapses on her knees and then plops on the puddle of blood. That's when people start screaming. I guess realization comes slowly to those monkeys. I drop my backpack and run. I won't need those books anyways. I hear police and ambulance sirens already. I can't stay here and I can't go home, so I head straight to the shop. It's just the beginning. They won't think that I could be dumb enough to go to the shop.

I stayed here for a bit walking around as I would be just regular customer. After some time I just walked outside and went straight to the woods . It was amazingly big forest. They would need 5-6 days to search though this whole forest. So I run as deep in to the woods as possible. Then just sat on the grass near one of the big trees. I look at my hands and I realize that I'm still holding those scissors. Luckily you can't see blood on my black clothes. Then I felt fear filling me.
"Why did I do that? I just fucking killed human!!!! "
After few seconds I calmed down.
"But wait.... I didn't say that it made me sad. I knew I just had to do it... "

What good thing I remembered right now. There is a path in those woods. The path to one of my bullies. Monica. She was the worse and the one who begun my nightmare. My mind smiled from all the ideas, but my face shows no emotions. I went to that path and sat on the grass in the bush.

After few minutes I finally saw her. They probably closed school for a bit. Good. When she walked by, I shake the bush. She turns around with fear in her eyes. But she can't see anyone. I run from tree to tree and all she sees are shadows and leaves moving around. She is in tears but her legs are not moving. Then I started giggling. That's when she collapses on her knees and cries.