Hannibal's Journal

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Warning-this includes
Strong Language
Insults to people of different sexuality
Racial slurs
Mentions Depression
Mentions Self Harm

Today I was for once being innocent and people seemed to have noticed. Everyone was looking at me and whispering. Now I don't get pissed off at this because people talk behind my back all of the time, which as far as I'm concerned doesn't effect me at all. So eventually some girl who I work with comes up to me and asks what I'm planning. I tell her for once I'm not planning anything, she doesn't seem convinced. She smiles and says if it's revenge I can tell her, she won't care. I tell her I'm seriously not planning anything. She walks away and I hear her tell her friends "He's so planning something." and boy does that piss me off, so u think to myself 'time to start planning'. Now normally my jokes are jokes everyone can laugh at, but my revenge, someone either gets hurt or humiliated sometimes both. Now I'm going to tell you guys something that might help you understand the ending of this story a little better. I have extreme anger issues, it's hard to do but if you piss me off all hell breaks loose. So I know this girl enough, such as her name, birthday, dogs name, her friends, parents, and...her crush. Now I know her crush very well he's actually a really good friend of mine, he's about 6"2, black, pretty good frame, dark brown eyes,plays sports, heterosexual,and has a "beautiful voice" according to most of the girls I know. Now I'm no looker myself at least not by my standards, I'm 5"11, Hispanic American, have an accent so thick you can cut through it, dull blue eyes, bi-sexual,and have a small gap in my front teeth that's almost unnoticeable. So I decide to pull an embarrassing prank on her. Now her crush who I'm going to call Kevin to protect his identity, always has my back on everything. So I text him and say that I really need help and he says he'll be there in a few. So I walk up to this girl who thinks I'm planning something, and she's right, and I say Kevin's coming over. She looks at me wide eyed because her clothes are all dirty from the work and she doesn't want Kevin to see her looking like a slob. I tell her she can change an I'll continue to work, she accepts just as I planned she would. So now nobody is here except me, this girl, about four other co workers in the back, and Kevin is coming over. So I wait, Kevin arrived before my female co worker who I'll call Sarah, got out of the bathroom. Perfect. Now Sarah isn't a very nice girl she's 5"4, loves to gossip, has so many faces it's not even funny, can't keep her mouth shut, has long light brown hair, has a few freckles on her face, hazel eyes, and dresses and acts like a Las Vegas prostitute. Now Kevin finally got there and I asked him to help me lift a box, as soon as he lifted it he looked at me and said that I was stronger than him and demanded why I dragged him here at eight at night when I was perfectly capable of moving these items on my own. Now I know Kevin has a small liking to Sarah and I told him that she had a crush on him. He smiled and asked where she was I said somewhere around and told him to look in the back. About two or three minutes later Sarah comes out of the bathroom in her spare clothes she always brings to go out after she works. So without her noticing I sorta kicked the box over to where she was and since she wasn't paying attention she tripped. I went to help her up and without her noticing hooked part of her shirt up to a small nail sticking out from in the wall. She starts dusting herself off not noticing the nail and her friends come out squealing that Kevin was there. She squealed with them and as soon as Kevin came out of the doors from the back room she became a stuttering mess. It almost made me feel like what I was about to let happen was juvenile. So her friends then push her towards Kevin and the nail ripped her shirt almost in half exposing most of her bra, and stomach. She screamed and I started laughing, she then glared at me knowing well I had something to do with it and she called me and I quote "A fucking faggot spic, who needs to be deported." Now I didn't take kindly to this and asked why she was being such a bitch and she no joke smirked and said "What? Are you going to go home and cut yourself again, don't think any of us don't know." Now I am hardly effected by this because this bitch doesn't know jack squat about my depression. Yet I play a card I never do, the victim card. I begin to "cry" and she starts laughing. Kevin is now pissed. He yells at her to shut the fuck up, how she doesn't know anything I've been through or know me at all. He tells her she acts like a whore and wondered why he ever had feeling for her. She just stared at him and starts to cry. He doesn't have it and says he's going to drive me home, and will be waiting in his car because he couldn't stand to listen to Sarah's bitchy crying anymore. As soon as he leaves her friends actually turn on her to saying that mentioning stuff like that was uncalled for and they left to the back room. As soon as we were alone I put my finger under her chin, make her look up at me, smile, and say "I guess I was planning something." she just stared at me and told me to go to hell. I just laughed and went outside to Kevin's car, then something unbelievable happened.......I felt guilty. I never feel guilty for stuff I do so I told Kevin the truth, he looked at me and actually got more pissed at her. Saying how if she had minded her own business none of this would've happened. He actually thanked me for it because now he wouldn't be dating a psycho. Tomorrow I'm going to be apologizing to Sarah even though she doesn't really deserve one, because I did do something very uncalled for. Don't worry though, she won't get depressed she goes through at least fine guys every week, and she won't really be effected by this since only a few people saw her, and her friends will come back because she can do anything and they'll come crawling back to her. Anyway I feel really bad over what I did.