REVENGE

Chapter 4

Chapter four

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Today is my graduation and I am meant to be happy but nothing could make me happy. I am full of hatred. I am a really smart person because I didn't want to use my parents death as an excuse of failing on school. I wanted them to be proud that I was doing well at school, I wanted to make them proud because I knew that they were watching me. I graduated with all A's, I was really proud of myself because this was my final life in school for me. I wasn't going to attend college.

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My room is filled with newspapers and stories, theories of who killed my parents as well as my aunt. Today is the day I'm going to start the avenge of my parents death, I promised myself I wouldn't live until I've killed every single person that was involved in the death of my parents.
I wasn't going to start with those ones first, because those were the hard ones.

I was going to start with the easy ones first, which were the ones who caused me much pain and I was going to start with Jemima. She betrayed me when I needed her the most. She was the only friend I depended on, cared about but she pretended we were ever friends and I vowed to take her out first. My list had a lot of names but the first person was Jemima.

I got my black hoodie and black sweatpants, as well as my black gloves, black Nike roshes. I was really getting into the dark feeling. I also got my black backpack which had a cutlass, a big knife, a blade, a gun and some other weapons. I loved Jemima as my own sister but she pretended not to know me which made me hate her. I was so angry and all my hatred for her had built up.

I followed her everyday because I had been planning for this day ahead of time. On Fridays she always loved to go to an abandoned resident to sit and listen to music to cool off and think, sometimes I'll see her looking sad but i had no pity for her. She was ashamed of me. She watched people beat me, spit on me, call me names, like homeless goat but she just laughed with her friends and walked by. There was even a day I called her but she just spat on me and left. Since that day I hated her so much.

As I left the house I went to a bar to get a beer, I drank all of it and went to her hiding place. I saw her there peacefully sitting on the bench, listening to music. I checked around the whole area and there was no sign of witnesses so immediately I aimed for her heart and I threw a sharp blade right into it which stabbed her as I brought out my gun to shoot her five times all around her chest then her head. Once I saw she was dead I went removed all the bullets cleaned it up and got the knife as well in order for no evidence to be showed. When I was done I wiped my hands and ran back home.