Illusion

            I'm Amelia Pearls. Amy or Lia for short. And as what Miss Author has said, this story is about me and my depression. But, do you really trust Miss Author?
             Okay, let me say something about myself. I do and am suffering from depression. Why? Well, you know. Those cliche causes. Getting bullied and stuff. And to escape the pain in my mind, I inflicted myself with real pain. Okay, I'll warn you again. Read the main title. Done? Now this is not an illusion. I cut and injure. I have this little razor in my pocket -really cute- that I keep just in case I need it.
              I always wear long sleeved clothing, no matter the weather, just to protect my dark secret. Whenever they start to bully me, I would cry in the bathroom stall and start my operation. It hurts, right? You trust her, right?

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           A normal day at Carnaby High. A normal student who attends the school. The news on the television seems to be showing something about somebody's death again. I, Amelia Pearls, sigh. Not for long, I think.
             Just as I step foot in class, Jamey Pink, the popular girl, starts to throw something at me. I simply smile. Stay strong just for a while. Ignoring the other students, I take my seat which was already littered. So uncivilized. After cleaning my seat, I sit down and take out my notebook that has Jim Moriarty's picture on it. Oh, how I love that psychopath.
              As class starts, everybody gets into their seats. All of them except Anna Humpback. She must be absent. Her best friend Jamey seems to be ignorant about this. Mr Aaron, our homeroom teacher suddenly barges in. He has a shocked look on his face.

"Is Miss Humpback present?" He asks.
"Oh, she's absent today, Mr Aaron." Pablo says.
"Shit!" He says.

             The whole class starts to break into chatters. I look around. What's wrong with her?

"Mr Aaron, what happened to her? Is she-"
"A student found her this morning! Her body was found nearby the school building!" Mr Aaron says, alarmed.

               My eyes widened in shock. Was she murdered here, in school? Oh, this is bad. Just when I thought about cutting, a murderer is loose in school. Why are they jealous of my depression anyway, ugh.
               Most students are panicking, except me. I roll my eyes. A death of some popular kid and all of them panic. A death of some normal kid, all of them ignore. Urgh, I hate people. Yet...
             I turn around to look at Jamey, she seems surprised. Well, who is not surprised about their best friend's death? Rolling my eyes, I take a look at my razor. Soon.
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           I look at my arm. Trying to smile, I her my mother call me.

"Just a minute!" I say.

            Packing my cute razor and a gun (suicide causes,duh), and my school supplies of course, I quickly get ready to go to school. Which to my information, is closed. Seriously? But why?

"Jamey Pink was found in the school hall, yesterday. Her body seems to be unharmed and clean, and police are saying that she drank poison. Carnaby High would be closed for investigations." The newsman says.

"Holiday today, Mrs Moriarty." My mother says.
"Mum." I say.
"You said you loved Jim Moriarty to death. So I thought you would love your nickname," She says, giggling. "You're father is on this case, you know."
"Oh." I simply say.

             Yeah, my father is a cop. Or more like a detective working with the police.

"Kids these days are getting much like psychos." My mom mutters.

               Quickly finishing breakfast, I go straight up back to my room. Searching, I finally find a small bottle with pills inside. Not now. Even though it is getting really tempting.
             Days pass by and the television keeps reporting on about a death of a student, mainly the popular ones. My mother simply shakes her head. And my father had to pass this job to some other professional detective.

"I say, this is a professional killer. More like an assassin, if I dare say." My father once said.

              So, anyways, the school opened its doors again. And again another dead body. Most students are completely bored and now they are ignoring this fact. The teachers called the police and we continue on learning.
              Almost all of the popular students are dead. I shake my head. Poor them, well, I guess they deserve it for bullying the weak. So let's see, 30 popular students and 27 are dead. Well, three more are alive, guess they would never school anymore.

◇◆◇◆◇◆In another location, different time◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

"Pity, now nobody would hear about you and your bastard boyfriend anymore."

           Pulling out a bottle of water, the figure puts in something and hands it to the girl.

"Sorry, you must had have a hard time. Here drink this."
"Why?" The girl asks, suspicious.
"This water, young lady, contains nothing but hydrogen and oxygen. Its just for you to freshen up," The figure says.

            Without hesitation, the girl drinks the water. A few seconds passes by, and she is lying lifelessly on the cold, hard, ground.

"Oh, did I mention it was H2O2?" The figure says.

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               Again, a murder occurred. The police comes to take the body, and some searches for the object used to kill. And alas! Nothing prevailed.

"This murderer is as smart as hell!" Somebody says.
"Reminds me of Moriarty from Sherlock." Another student says.

              From behind the doors of the toilet, I overhear them say. Of course that murderer is smart. I take out my razor and some disinfectant and clean it. Now! Clean. My little razor that acts like a knife.

◆◇◆◇◆◇Same location, different time◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

"Sleep. Good."

            Two of my final victims are asleep. Not bad. Thirty students in thirty days! Nice, I think. Smirking, I take out a voice recorder and leave it with the body. I quickly gather the pills and the razor and stuff it in my pouch. Taking the bottle, I place it in my pouch and laughs.
               Oh, and by the way. You might already know who I am. And to those who don't, I'm Amelia Pearls, and I actually do not suffer from depression. I do not cut myself but my enemies, and I do it cleanly. Why do I wear long sleeves? Well, to hide a knife under it. And let me ask you one thing. You do trust the author, or do you not trust her?
            I, Amelia Pearls, am a highly functioning psychopath. And next, if there's anybody in my way, I'll use my noose. Its okay, I know who to kill.
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A/N: So how was it? Actually, I had this idea for a long time and thought of, 'Hey! What if this child is depressed, and tries to kill everyone, but she's not depressed?' So, yeah. Any comments or critics below and sorry this story was short and messy.