I Was Your Child's Killer

Three Little Birds

I walk towards my locker hoping that no one is around the lockers next to mine. Unfortunately their are several people crowding the lockers and the hall.

I pull the tiny piece of paper out of my backpack pocket with my lock code written on it. Most people here remember it at the top of their heads, but I have the memory of a goldfish.

4391.

The combination was correct and my locker door opens gently.

I look inside to see a plain basic boring locker. Only filled with books and suicide notes.

Most of the lockers here are decorated from the outside with stickers and inappropriate drawings on the outside. I can only imagine what the inside of their lockers look like.

I pick up my history and math book ready to go for the first two periods.

I skim across the hall and glide into my history class H-4 homeroom.

Yes we have four different history, math, science, history, and worst of all social club.

The reason we have four classrooms is because this school is way overpopulated.
The school is a K-8 school. With over 1034 students in total for every grade.

This is a lot compared to normal schools which only have about 100-200 or less students attending.

Ugh, I'm such a geek for knowing this stuff.

When I walk into history class, I speed walk over to the desk in the left corner of the back of the room. The one next to the beautiful window. Today it's raining, and I really enjoy the rain. It feels like the world is crying with you.

Class is boring as always until the end in which we must work in group projects.

Everyone groans, while I die slowly on the inside.

I pull out my "Anxiety BEGONE!" Notebook m, in which I draw a bunch of stuff that makes me happy.

Everyone scatters to claim their friends, while I stay seated.

"Hey Hallie." A voice says

Before I could even look up to see who said that, I quickly shove my notebook into my desk crushing the papers in it. God dammit.

The one who said my name was no one other then Lucy Lindsob herself.

She's the most perfect girl in the entire school. Wait, forget that, the most perfect girl in the entire WORLD.

"H-h-" I can't even form the most easiest word ever; "hi."

"I know we never talk much but maybe, you'd like to work together? It's totally fine if you don't want to, I completely 100% understand."

I could have a panic attack just by being around people, so you can imagine why I would act like how I did after she asked that.

Weird.

I literally fall out of my chair crawling on the ground out of the room making unholy pig-like screeches.

Everybody stares. Literally everybody.

A roar of laughter fills the room as my tears roll down my cheeks.

I get up run out of the room, slamming the class door. I run down the hall full-speed until I'm in the courtyard outside of school. In the front to be specific.

I sit down on the bench and pull out my phone dialing my brother's number. So he can pick me up.

Tears fall down quicker and harder until it reaches the point where my tears actually sting.

"Please pick my up." I say between sobs.

"Hallie, I love you and you know that but I am in high school right now. Can't you just  get through the day. Please."

"I'm sorry." I say in a whisper while crying my fucking eyes out.

He sighs and then,
"Fine. I'll be there in 25 minutes."

"Thank you so much.." I say whispering.

I hang up and relax on the bench for a bit until I hear little tweets coming from the bush in front of the bench.

Curious, I get up and go behind the bush just to see three baby birds lying on the ground.
With no mother, but a broken nest, and a broken heart.

They must've fallen from the wind.

I gently and slowly thrust my two hands out to pick up the three birds in one big scoop.

They look at me scared but then relax into my touch.

Wow, so fucking weak and useless. That's what you are.

What..?
One of the bird's just said that to me.
No it wasn't the bird.
It was the voice in my head trying to make me feel broken.

Honestly, it's pretty obvious why you have no friends.

"You're weird, gross, and ugly. Nobody likes you.

The two other birds say these one at a time.

Cherry chocolate head.
Cherry chocolate head.
Cherry chocolate head.

The three birds say twelve times repeatedly.
My mind spins.
My face sweats.
My heart beats too fast.

Everything is turning black.
Until I look down at my palms where the birds were.

They were replaced with a big puddle of their own crimson ruby red blood.

My hand are shaped in the form of fists around their tiny necks.

I killed these baby birds.

My voice made me mad at them and then forced me to kill them while I was having a seizure.

I'm a monster.
I'm a sadist.
I'm myself.
A murderer.