Shush

Chapter 4

[Rumors and how it spread]

I woke up to my phone's alarm. I got off the floor as I rubbed my sore back. I opened my mouth to call for my mother until I remembered:

"She was arrested."

I shook my head, shooing off the tears that were threatening to fall as I got ready for school again.

Exiting the house, I walked to school.

The boring routine again.... Enter, get bullied, study, get out. Simple.

Well I was wrong.

Somehow everyone knew about my mother's arrest. Some asshole must have spread it. Some smirked, while some had looks that werent exactly kind. I pretty much knew that they wouldnt talk to me in fear of getting 'murdered' themselves.

Well at least they wont bother me anymore.

"Awe look our pathetic puppy has turned into a serial killer~"

I spoke waaay too soon didnt I?

"Unless you noticed, my mother was arrested, not me."

"Oh but you might never know, you might have framed the weak excuse of a moth-"

She didnt get to finish her sentence as I tackled her to the ground, punching her nose as hard as I could. Some cheered while some just watched. Her loyal dogs tried to pry me off her as she screamed in pure agony. Her blonde locks sticking to her face as blood trickled out her nose.

I stared at her in pure hatred as she stared back in shock, as if not expecting me to attack her like that.

"See everyone? She is a potential killer! Look what she did to me! We arent safe here!" She wailed dramatically, glancing back at me and for a second, smirked.

I growled as I picked up my stuff and headed for my locker. Only to see that it was 'redecorated'.

Red paint was smeared all over the locker, and a plastic knife stuck to it with blu tack.

I ignored it as I got my books out and walked briskly to my next class.

Class was annoying cause of the looks I kept receiving and I even received a note asking whether I actually killed my father and his new toy. I crushed the little note and tossed it into the trashcan.

Teachers kept looking at me as if I am suddenly a very interesting specimen to study, even the lunch lady served me with shaky hands.

I was really tired of this bullshit that I camped out in the toilet during break. I locked myself in a cubicle as I stared at the door.

I groaned as I leaned back and closed my eyes, imagning what I would do with the knife stuck on my locker if it was actually real.

Stabbing Alya? Maybe slicing her skin slowly and hearing her screams would be nice... Rubbing alcohol onto the tiny cute cuts would also amplify the screaming even better....

Killing her would be nice...

I smiled at that, I seriously shouldnt be thinking about this, it isnt exactly healthy...

However, those thoughts morphed into darker imaginations as the bullying worsened, my mother was still in custody, allowing Alya and friends to spew all sorts of rumors they wanted.

When the day where my mother was proved innocent, and the case was abandoned since they couldnt find evidence, I hoped that the whole fade would blow over, until Alya raised another one saying I hired someone to kill my father and that plastic bitch.

Months passed as my sanity deteriorated, I found myself playing with knives and stabbing dummies or pillows with it imagining that they were Alya and everyone at school.

I came up with twisted torture methods only with my knives, I found myself laughing hysterically at myself or losing my temper at the snap of a finger.

I was scared but yet at the same time...

Happy

A/n: The story is probably moving a tad too fast isnt it?

-YandereTetsu