Painted smile: A new killer

You messed with the wrong girl...

All was quiet now in the house, no more voices in Becky's head. She stood up and walked to the front door and grabbed the doorknob but she didn't turn it. She felt like something was stopping her from going outside, like something bad might happen. The young girl shook her head, opened the door and saw three boys hanging around. Without them knowing, she stood there staring at them, incase they tried to do something that would damage her property. She was holding the knife in her pocket, incase she needed it. After staring at them, Becky closed the door, which made one of the boys turn around as he was startled by the noise. "Oh hello, who do we have here," the boy asked. His two friends turned around to look at Becky, who was now looking back at them. She had a blank look on her face, she didn't want to smile at them, so she continued to walk. The boy spoke again, "I'm Randy and these are the boys, Keith and Troy." Becky stopped and looked back at the boys Randy was pointing at. They both smiled at her, which made her feel uncomfortable. Becky didn't say anything and started walking like nothing happened. Randy watched Becky as she walked and jumped in front of her. "You're not one for small talk, are you?" Randy said, tilting his head to the side. Becky looked at him, feeling annoyed.

"Can you please move," she said. The boy had a surprised look on his face, then looked at his friends, "Hey guys, she does speak after all!" Becky started to feel more angry than annoyed. She sighed and said, whilst trying not to lose her temper, "I said, can you please move?" The boy shook his head with a smile on his face, then pushed Becky to the side of the house. The girl tried to stay calm. Jeff's voice came back into her head, which made her more annoyed. "Kill the three of them. They are the freaks that bullied me and they're going to do the same to you, or something much worse." Becky didn't want to listen to her brother, who was just a voice in her head. She tried to walk away but Randy stopped her and pulled her back. "Where d'you think your going, little girl," Randy asked, he continued. "You can't escape the three of us that easily." Becky got more and more angrier till she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed Randy and he fell to the floor. Keith tried to grab Becky but she stopped him by grabbing his arm as he lifted it and pulled the knife out her pocket and stabbed him in the stomach. Troy ran to Becky to punch her, but she dodged it. She went behind him and wrapped her arm around his neck, like she was going to strangle him. Randy got up looking more angry than ever. "Don't ever come near me again, do you understand," the angry girl said. Randy stood there giving Becky a glare. She asked him again, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Randy didn't answer. So, Becky stabbed Troy in the stomach multiple times. Randy lashed out at Becky, put her against the wall and tried to strangle her. Becky was losing her strength, then Jeff spoke as he knew what to say to make her angry, "Kill him Becky. You won't know this but he was the one that killed Baxter. Just think about how happy you and him were until this freak had to stab him with a knife and left you broken hearted. Let him know that he killed the wrong dog." Becky got her strength back and slit Randy's throat. He suddenly fell to the ground and blood was spilling from his throat and his mouth. Becky knelt down to him and said, "Next time, think about what you do before you do it." Randy took his last breath and was no longer breathing.

Becky smiled as she knew she wouldn't have to see them three again. She looked at the blood on her knife. Strangely, she liked the sight of it. Slowly, she licked the blood off the knife without hesitating. Something about it made it taste nice to her. She decided to put blood on her finger and write a message on the near corpses. Afterwards she got back up and started to walk as far from the bodies as possible. Anyone who found the dead bodies would find a little message, wrote in their own blood, on their chest, 'go to sleep'.