Not a killer???

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    Hallo! I'm not English! Here! Have book chapter 4! Bai!

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(%(Timeskip of two years)%)

      I clambered through the school, keeping my head down. People stared at me, whispers and snickers reaching my ears, as I shoved past them. False rumours and accusations. They're all fucking idiots. "Hey, bitch! Catch!" A wet thing struck my head and I stumbled and fell. Laughter, then silence. I stayed still, not moving from my place, on my hands and knees."Ally?", I heard Nano. I kept my head down, refusing to show everyone my stupid fake eye. I had forgotten my eye patch this morning. Nano made me stand, pulling me away from the crowd. Another thing hit me and I tripped on my own feet. I banged my head on a locker, a thud emitting from hitting the metal. I tasted blood, so I must've busted my lip. I ignored it and got up, following Nano as he led me to his truck. "Ally. What happened? Look at me. What happened?" , he demanded. "I just became a bitch is what happened." , I muttered. Nano glared at me. "Ally, stop. I'm not letting this happen. Now, where is your eye patch?" , he asked. "I left it at home." , I told him. He shook his head, "Ally, did you forget it again?" I nodded, turning to look out the window. Nano sighed, starting the car, and we left Hell. 

     I stared at the trees, watching them shoot by and disappear from my vision. I followed them with my eyes, gazing at them as they faded into the distance. A thin mist hung in the air, growing thicker as we neared home. My mind drifted off to the memory of going back to school after the incident. 

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(#)Flashback(#)

       The car slowed, stopping near the school. "Have a good day, love." , Mum called as I walked into the school. I turned and smiled, waving to her as she drove away. As soon as the car disappeared, I dropped the smile. Fuck my life... I spun around and headed into the school. Immediately, I was crowded by hundreds of people. Questions about the eye patch were shot at me. What happened? Are you stupid? Why do you have that? This is new. I never got any attention. It feels... Bad. I don't want it. I turned down every question. Fuck you all. I walked up the hallway, to my first class. I went in and sat in my usual seat. "Ally! Oh my God, you're need going to believe what Pansy did!", My gay friend, Jamie Paterson, said. He told me about Pansy and her ex-boyfriend and I grinned when he said she cheated on him. School drama is hilarious. 

       My two other friends, Jason Ford and Michelle Williams, came in. When they saw me, both practically crushed my bones as they hugged me. I squeaked and they let go. Michelle's eyes drifted to my eye patch. "Gurl, what happened?" , she asked. "Oh, right. Um, did you hear about the pregnant lady and the teens on the news?" , I asked. She nodded. I cleared my throat, "Kay, well, I was one of the teens. They couldn't put my name up. I saved Mrs. Monterrey and her baby. I even got to name her baby! I named her Renee. Oh, I forgot, I nearly got my brains shot out, but I just lost my eye, see?" I lifted my eye patch up and showed her the fake eye. She stared at me, mouth hanging open. I waited. Suddenly, she started to shriek, "Why are you so calm!?!" I glared at her, " You know I'm hiding my trauma right? Mum would baby me if I show it it." I noticed the classroom was silent. I glanced around the room, looking nervously at the gaping students. "Um...." , I said. Everyone started to shout things, but I caught one sentence from the school's drama maker and bitch, Pansy. "Why is she famous and not me?!" , she whined, glaring at me. Oh my fucking god! She's an idiot.

      Jason and Jamie were upset looking, while the rest of the class was bombarding me with questions. I couldn't handle their attention, so I left. Apparently, word spreads fast around here, because as soon as I left, I noticed people were staring at me. I bowed my head and kept looking at the ground as I walked out of school. Fuck my life. I ripped off the eye patch and crammed it in my pocket. I went to the back of the school, my little spot, and sat there. "FUCK IT!" , I was shouting, kicking the tree stumps. "Allycat, stop torturing the poor things." , I heard the bitch say. I whipped around, staring at Pansy. Her ugly Barbie face was smug. "Or do you hate them for looking better than you?" I glanced at the old stumps, which looked like they were made out of shit and mold. I glowered at her. "Don't hate me. I'm not the one who took your eye." She hissed. My hate for her stirred . She always does this. "Well don t hate me. I'm not the one who has shit as brains" , I mimicked her tone of voice. She huffed, "Don't mess with me, asshole. I can mess you up." I scowled. "Why don't you use your mouth for something you're good at, you slutty bitch." , I growled. Her facial expression made me laugh.

         She snapped out of her daze, frowning, "Allycat, I'm sorry, but just to let you know, I'm not a slut. Your mother is. How do you think you were born?" She stared at her nails, checking her manicure. "I mean, that's the only way a mistake like you could happen." , she said, a strange smile on her face. I felt my anger rise, turning into rage, and I made a hissing noise. Pansy stumbled as if she was hit, but she collected herself quickly. "Living up to the name, now, are we?", She grinned. I forced my anger to go down long enough to say, " That's it. You want me to ruin that pretty little face of yours? FIne." And with that, I let my rage and hate loose. I blanked out as soon as I swung my fist into her shocked face. When I regained consciousness, I was mercilessly bashing her face in with my fists. I stopped immediately, staring in horror at my bloodied hands.  Pansy was crying, coughing on her blood. I got off of her, falling flat on my back and kept pushing myself away from her shaking form. I got up, my knees wobbly, making me stumble as I ran away. The last thing I heard was Pansy screaming for help. Weeks later, I went to school and was harassed and picked on by people and was called Alligator, because apparently, alligators are ruthless and cruel, for attacking Pansy. 

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(#)Back to Ally(#)

      I remember asking Pansy why the fuck her name was Pansy. She just flipped me off. I thought about the damage I did to her. I had broken her arm in five different places, broke her nose in three places, I don't know how that's possible, dislocated her right wrist, broke her leg in two places, took out four of her teeth, and broke seven fingers. She still made big talk with me, but she refused to be within fifteen feet of me. Pussy...

       Nano pulled into the driveway, breaking me out of my thoughts, and letting me out. "I'll go pick up Mikey and Jonny. Don't do any of....Um, that." , he pointed at my arms, which were covered in long sleeves. I tugged at the sleeves, uncomfortable. I waved and watched him leave. When he was gone, I ran into the house, heading straight for my room. I dug around looking for it. I opened my closet, pulled out a box, and took one out. It was a box of disposable razors. I put the razor back in the box and sat silently. I read about this stuff. I shouldn't do it. And it hurts like hell. But It feels good. I cry every time I do it, but I feel so much weight dissipate from my shoulders. I locked my door, closed the curtains, and turned off my lights. I had a little secret room in my closet. (If you've watched The Purge, the girl named Charlie, she has a room in her closet, Ally has one like it.)

          I pulled the wooden door that blended in with the wall open and crawled in with my box of razors. After I closed the little door, I turned on a small lamp and looked around. A bunch of pillows sat all over the place, an old blanket was under me, small shelves lined the wall, and I had boxes of bandages on those shelves. Bloody bandages were in a small trash bin sitting in the corner. I pulled up my left sleeve, inspecting the many cuts and slashes on my arms. I poked one, wincing, and I pulled that sleeve down. I pulled up the sleeve on my right arm and looked at the clean skin. It had once been littered with cuts like my other arm, but they healed. I took out a razor and started.

          It was a cycle now. Cut, cry, wipe the blood, cut, cry, wipe the blood... It was a repeating act. I stopped after about twenty. I wiped my eyes and watched blood seep out through the slashes. I sighed, feeling lighter. My arm throbbed as I cleaned the cuts and bandaged them. I heard knocking coming from my bedroom door and I got out, making sure I had no blood or tears on myself. I opened the door after I set up my mask. They can never know. Not this time. I had set a few empty bags of chips on my bed and my phone and made it look like I had been watching YouTube. Jonny came in, looking for something. When he found nothing he came towards me. I watched him, waiting. He nodded and left to report to my stupid stepfather, Shaun. I closed my bedroom door, and went to lay down. I took out a picture from under my pillow.

          It was a picture of Mum, Dad, and Will three years ago. I missed them so much. I know who killed them, but I never told anyone. I stared at their smiling faces, hating myself for not stopping him. He forced me to help him bury the bodies. And I hate him for it. The stupid asshole had beat me whenever my brothers were gone. He touched me, hit me, watched me while I showered sometimes, and would threaten me. That motherfucker doesn't know when to stop. Nano almost caught him in the act once, but he stopped before he did. Nano had come into the room, and he made me act casual, so Nano would leave. After Nano left, he got right back to it. I fucking hate my life. 

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   Yeah..... It'll get somewhere, I promise.