Confessions of a Teenage Psychopath

Chapter 2: Victem 1

I remembered my first kill like it was yesterday. Every lovely detail etched permanently into my brain, there for me to relive the exhilarating feel.

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I slammed the door with a scream of rage and the door shook in its frame. I grabbed the lamp nearest me and threw it with all my force at the wall. It shattered and splinters flew. I ran to my bed and tore my pillow, grabbing a knife from under the mattress I went to work on what I wished desperately was Meagan's face.

Feathers littered my room as I slowly walked across my deep blue carpet to my walk in closet. I calmly sat on the sofa that was in the middle of the closet and examined the knife.

This would not do. This simply would not do. Meagan Garr didn't know what she was getting into when she had tried out for the elite dance squad and had taken the spot of captain over me. It wasn't good enough that she would never be able to dance again, no, that would not do. No, Meagan's mistake would cost her much more than a spot on a team, it would now have to cost her life. After all, dead girls can't dance.

I had planned for weeks and weeks. What a stroke of luck that her mom was going out of town. What luck that her parents had recently been divorced. What luck that we were neighbors. What luck that I was the smartest girl in the world.

Everything had fallen into place. I carefully handled the paper with gloves as I scripted the suicide note in Meagan's own handwriting. I folded it sloppily as if I was drunk, or in her case, drugged. I put it in the plastic bag and slipped it in my over night bag.

"I'm heading out daddy," I called casually.

"Bye pumpkin, say bye to your mom," he called back.

I grimaced and called out another quick "Bye," followed by a muttered, "Hag." I didn't wait for an answer.

I skipped over to Meagan's and she let me in eagerly. "Did you really? They will do the trick?" she asked as her eager eyes scanned my bag before I pulled out the bottle of pills.

A few hours latter and the pill bottle was empty. It was just too easy to make her think I was matching her pill for pill. As she moved groggily to her bathroom I followed pulling the bed sheet behind me.

I pretended to giggle and wrapped the sheet around her neck, tying it tightly. "Come on Meagan, you're Rapunzel, get in your tower," I slurred, but my senses were sharper than ever, heightened by what was about to happen. I help Meagan stand on the toilet and I tied the other end to the shower rod. "Come on princess, time to die," I yelled as I pushed the already unsteady girl off the toilet so she was left dangling.

Her legs flailed and her mouth opened and closed, searching for oxygen that wouldn't come. "Next time you want to try out for dance make sure your fat ass knows it's place," I sneered as her hands clawed at the sheet.

But I could not bask in my victory quiet yet. I quickly pulled out the note and touching only the bag that incased it I shoved the note into her hand. she gripped it before I tugged it and let it fall to the floor.

Meagan's lips had turned blue.

I placed the pill bottle by the sink, smearing my prints and as I saw Meagan's eyes roll back in her head her legs stilled, never to dance again.

I smiled at the corpse swinging slightly before me as I turned and walked out the front door over to my house. I strode in, "Daddy, I forgot a pair of shorts," I called as I raced up to my room and grabbed the shorts I had purposefully left.

"Okay, you having a good time?" he called as I walked by the living room and I stopped dead in my tracks, looking away from him.

"Princess," he got up and walked over to me, "is everything okay? You all didn't fight did you?" he asked placing a protective hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head. "No, no it's not that daddy." Tears artfully trickled down my cheeks as I fought a smile. "Meagan just seems so sad, I'm really worried about her dad," I whispered so as not to laugh. This was just too easy.

He sighed and hugged me. "Don't worry, everything will be okay," he murmured as he stroked my soft brown hair.

"I know," I said, pretending to collect myself and gave him a fleeting smile as I headed out the door.

I calmly walked into her house, stared at her corpse for a minute before calling 911 and sobbing into the phone.

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I smiled at the memory. It had all just been too easy. Watching the life drain out of Meagan Garr gave me a euphoric feeling like no other. That might be why cracking her mom was just too tempting.

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"She had been depressed for weeks," I sobbed, "I just didn't think it was- was this b-bad," I wailed as the policewoman handed me another tissue sympathetically.

"Alright sweetie calm down, now tell me again what happened," she said smiling at me encouragingly.

My lip quivered in what she would take as despair over my friends death. I sighed in annoyance that would come off as collecting myself. "Well we were just, just talking and of course the divorce came up and she got very emotional," I paused to wipe my eyes, "I had left some shorts at my house so I ran over there to get them and when I came back she, she was just- just, hanging," I broke down and began sobbing again.

"Alright, I think my gem has had enough, Ma'ma please, she's had a shock, can we continue this in the morning?" My daddy stepped in as I buried my face against his chest to hide my smile. Had I known then that He had been watching would I have acted differently? No, no I wouldn't.

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Authors Note

And now you know how Jenna got her thrill for the kill :) comment vote etc!