Sweet Dead Sixteen

Chapter 5

All I could think of was my mother. How could I have been so stupid to believe she didn’t love me? I probably deserved to go to hell for doing this to her. I decided that I couldn’t bear my mother’s sorrow, so I left promising to check up on her. A strong feeling of panic set in as I realized I was completely alone. I had no idea where to go, no purpose. Slowly I remembered why I had ended myself… them.

I had my mind set on tormenting each of my tormentors. First I would visit Kaitlin; she lived just across the street from me. The summer sun had slipped below the horizon and it was already quite late. I waited under tree that stood in her yard. I was nervous, wondering if I was going to be able to get in, but sure enough I could easily pass through the wall and window like they were smoke. She was fast asleep with her phone in her hand, I smirked, pathetic. I slid my cold finger across the screen of her expensive smart phone and it shattered. She jolted awake and looked at her phone shocked and confused. If only she could see me. As instantly as the thought had crossed my mind she started screaming. She saw me now, I smiled coldly at her. This is going to be fun, I thought devilishly. I motioned for her to be quiet; she obeyed, still frozen with fear. She looked down at my slashed wrists and began to cry silently, rocking back and forth like she was a patient from an insane asylum.

I held up my wrists and let out a ghostly whisper, “Look what you did to me Kaitlin.”

 “Angel I’m so s-sorry. If I ever did anything to hurt you I didn’t mean it! Please forgive me, I beg you p-please don’t hurt me!”

“It’s too late for forgiveness Kaitlin. You murdered me. Oh and you’re wrong, you did mean it. You took pleasure in watching me suffer, you enjoyed my misery! Now it’s my turn to have a little enjoyment, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her face twisted into pure panic. She trembled slightly and glanced at her shattered phone. She picked it up and hurled it at me. I chuckled as it passed right through me and hit the wall behind me. She gasped and jumped off her bed trying to make a run for it. The door swung shut and locked itself without me having to move a single muscle. A devious smile crept across my face; I was very pleased with my new abilities. Kaitlin slammed against the door and tugged on the handle franticly. I watched her shrewdly as she sank to the floor, whimpering quietly.

“Murderer. Say it. Say you’re a murderer, Kaitlin.”

“Go to hell,” she spat.

I snickered, “Don’t you know? I’ve been in hell my whole life.”

 I stared at her, my gaze full of disdain. I focused my energy, and just as I desired, the word ‘murder’ began to spell itself out on her wrists; written in her own blood. It soon spread to the rest of her skin until she was completely covered with her lies. She let out blood curdling screams and cried hysterically. Her parents were yelling from outside her door, trying to bust it down. That was my cue to go; I glided up through the ceiling and sat on the roof. I began to question myself; had I been too hard on her, should I have forgiven her? I quickly pushed those thoughts away—she got what she deserved, she did this to herself! A siren wailed as red and blue lights illuminated the sleeping neighborhood. A few minutes later the paramedics were wheeling a hysterical Kaitlin into the ambulance. She was so crazed they had to buckle her down to the stretcher to keep her from flailing her limbs. I giggled with satisfaction. I lay on the roof all night until dawn, just watching the stars, while contemplating who to target next.