They Deserved It

Sauvior tugged at her own long, black, curly locks, latching her long pale and slender fingers into the hair, and pulling. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, the cold liquid tickeling inbetween her pale pink painted toes, as she stood in the middle of her kitchen.

Sauvior was having a mental debate with herself. Her mind was arguing with the voice, the voice that told her of their lies. Of how she was adopted, how they hid the fact that she's mentally ill from her, how they debated on putting her in an insane asylum, or about how they were going to turn her in for killing little Susie Johnson in third grade. Susie Johnson hadn't really seen it coming when she had encountered the pale dark haired Sauvior, she hadn't seen that in a mere two days, she'd be stabbed to death and stuffed into a trashcan behind the elemtery school. Sauvior's parents moved them away after that, and her mother had resulted in homeschooling the little girl for the rest of her life. The thing was, they were still investagating the murder of Susie Johnson, and hadn't suspected a thing about the odd girl.

Sauvior kept her eyes shut, and dug her black finger nails into her hair, biting her tongue as if all of this would go away.

They deserved it. They needed to be taught a lesson Sauvior. You did the right thing. They lied. They would have gotten you put into an insane asylum, and charged with murder. Susie deserved it. She stole your crayons, she broke your pencils, she pushed you off the swing, she pulled your pig tails; she needed to be taught a lesson. 

"SHUT UP!!!" I scream aloud, not like it would bother my parents.

Sauvior, Susie deserved it. The boy at the skate park deserved it. The men in the alley deserved it. They all deserved it.

A few years back, when Sauvior was twelve her parents trusted her to go to the skate park down the street, where she met her first love, Nick. Nick was everything Sauvior could have asked for, but  Nick should have been more carful. He shouldn't have done what he had done. A few months after, Sauvior made her way to the skate park, where she saw Nick lip locking with a blond girl up against the chain link fence. The voice had encoureged her feelings, her anger, and had told her that he deserved it. He did. The next day, his friends found him under the ramp, his chest bare, and his heart ripped out, along with a knife in his throat.

When she was sixteen, she was trusted to go to Barnes and Noble. Not realizing how late it was, she made her way home, cutting through the alleys to get their quicker, where she encountered three men she noticed from the news. She notcied the from the news for rape and murder. As they came near to her, she grabbed a broken bottle, and jamed in in one's throat, the other two running to get her. Pushing the glass into his throat, she grabbed a switch blade from his pocket and flipped it open, the second man running straight into it. She grabbed the gun from his pocket, and shot the third inbetween the eyes.

They needed to be taught a lesson. All of them.

"You're right," She said outloud. "They all deserved it. A stealer, a cheater, rapists and liars. They needed to be taught a lesson."

Sauvior opened her blood thirsty eyes, looking down at the crimson blood pooling at her feet. She followed the trail of blood to her parents bodies, and found herself smiling.

Seven. That was her kill count.

"They're liars. They'll rot in hell. They deserved it."

There are a lot more who deserve it, Sauvior.

Sauvior smiled evily, padding her way to her bedroom and packing her bags. "You're right. They do deserve it. And well be sure to give it to them." And with that, she grabbed her car keys, driving off into the night, with an evil, chelsea smile, plastered on her face.