Outcast

Sam.

School was over. It was my time now.

I watch him from a distance, he's laughing and joking with his friends. So happy!

I follow him out of the school gates, through the lanes and to his home. It was pretty standard, he didn't live far from the coast, but let's face it who didn't on this world?, and it's not like it was on an extremely busy road - just a standard lane that leads towards school.

I walk down to the coast and make my way to the wall. Here I will stay till it is dark.

**

11.22pm

The house was silent, no one was making a noise. The family had gone to bed and the lights were off. The front door had been locked three hours ago so there was no chance of trying to open it and since the air was pretty hot tonight, the idiot had left his bedroom window open - he was practically inviting me in.

I walk along the path, shuffle up the wall, climbing upon the little lip above the door which was conveniently below his bedroom window, which I then slip into unnoticed. For a moment I stay still, taking in his room. It was too much a grown up teenagers bedroom. There was a race car bed to the side of the window, I assumed for his younger brother who was out for the night considering he had many photo's of him camping with cadets, and an xbox lay next to the tv with a dusty controller upon it. His bed lay to the side facing a tall set of drawers either side of a desk and a mirror that just stared at his body as he slept.

There were ways I could go about this - make him swallow a bunch of pills, slit his wrists to frame it as a suicide or just suffocate him with a pillow. That's how I'd planned to do it.

But hey, plans change.

I rub my hands together through my gloves, don't want finger prints getting everywhere now.

Quietly, I make my way over to his bed. A bottle of medication lay upon the beside table next to him. Sleeping Pills according to the label. I tip out about ten pills and empty them out in my hand, he rolls over and I stop in my tracks, scared he'll wake up. He doesn't but his mouth falls open... Perfect.

I tip the powder into his mouth and it settles upon his tongue. It slowly bubbles and dissolves, I could see him swallowing in his sleep. At this moment, I felt powerful. Like I was finally in control with everything. That no one could stop me and I was no longer afraid. Fuck Ben, Fuck School. Fuck everything and everyone who treated me like shit.

And especially Sam.

All the lies he spread, all the shit he talked. All the truth he manipulated to make me seem like the aggressor. It was finally over. I was finally winning. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop me. He suffocating helplessly against my force, I had done this... again. Third times the charm.

Did this make me a bad person?

probably.

Was I going to hell for this?

Maybe.

Did I care at this moment?

No.

He had stopped breathing and i could see the fear in his eyes. I'd gagged him so he couldn't scream and had no option but to swallow. See, most people would stop... me? Nah. Gotta make sure they're not faking it. I'd watched too many shows on it and i wasn't about stop this spree. I notice a bottle of vodka underneath his bed and open the lid, tip a bit out and drop it so it looks like he took some pills, downed some vodka and tried to kill himself. There was sick forming in his mouth, giving it the illusion that he choked on his sick.

Removing any evidence I was here, I check out of the window to make sure there was no one around before shimming down and dropping onto the hard concrete below. The night air was cold and it had started to drizzle. I take off my gloves and shove them into my bag then get onto my bike and flee the scene.

2.32am.

The night was alive and the living lay rested, I should probably think about getting tested.

Not for anything serious, but for something delirious.

a rare brain malfunction, no coincidence about the conjunction.

These three feeble bodies lay helplessly to rest and all that matters, is that I did my best.