I contemplated the murder. To murder with the gun or to kill slowly with slash marks on the wrist. It was slowly eating away my head and soul. Wondering how I would kill the criminal.
The murder, wouldn't have affected anyone, for no one truly cared for the person. Some could say I was heartless. Some say I'm ruthless. But, no one understands who I'm out to kill. Who deserves this cruel death. No one knows the troubles this person has and can cause.
No one understands.
But, maybe the police reports and death's caused can help explain the criminals extent.
I would pull through with the murder tonight. Everyone decided that already, even the criminal. Though some would come to see the death, many thought I would go through with it. That's what scared so many, that I could actually kill him.
And many didn't want to see him die. But, yet they knew it had to be done.
They knew I had to die.
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Walking into the school auditorium, I strolled down the middle aisle to the stage where a microphone laid. Slowly I hopped onto the surface and grabbed the mic.
"Hello, Everett High school. And welcome to the suicide of me, Arsen Blackwell." I sighed and began to chuckle, as I heard slight gasp and silence from the audience,
"Today I have decided that I will shoot and " I paused showing them my gun. "Kill myself in front of you all since many may have paid money." I paused to catch one more breath before I finished with:"and many know I hate to disappoint my fans." A smirk graced my face.
"First, I would love to tell many of you things personally, but I don't think you'd actually care about what I have to say." The smirk slowly slips off my face.
"I would like to say to you all together though, that I thank you all for helping me realize that I do not matter in the world and should be six feet under, rather than in a classroom. I would also announce that I'm not doing this for any of you. But, rather for myself and myself only. But, in conclusion thank you for letting me hate and kill myself." At this I could feel a couple of tears leave my eyes.
As I drop the mic and sit on the floor of the stage, I bring the gun barrel to my temple and put my hand on the trigger.
Closing my eyes I pushed down on the trigger. I wanted this. I wanted to die.
Then why couldn't I pull that extra bit?
YOU ARE READING
Ruthless
Teen Fiction"HELLO EVERETT HIGH AND WELCOME TO MY SUICIDE." ----------------- Arsen Blackwell was a murderer. Arsen Blackwell was a monster. Arsen Blackwell hated himself. Arsen Blackwell....... .......Well he was dead.
