(This is my first story, so it's pretty cliche. Sorry about that.)
I was always a quiet kid, I never really talked back to anyone, I was polite most of the time, but all of that changed on one night...
I was walking home from school one day, wearing my dark orange jacket and my blue jeans like usual, I had my phone out and was listening to some nice relaxing music as I walked across the sidewalk on my way home. When suddenly, THEY appeared, some bullies from my school to be specific, Ryan, Adam, Tyler, and their 'leader' Sam.
They were all heading right for me on the sidewalk, Sam smirked at me and said "Hey, Richie. How's it going?" I hate being called "Richie" like I'm a child. It just sounds so dumb, so I said, as polite as possible - "I'm just walking to my house." as I tried to walk past him, but suddenly Ryan got in my way and pushed me to the hard ground, I scraped my elbow when I fell and I ripped a small part of my jacket, it wasn't too noticeable but it was still ripped.
I was angry from him doing that so I got up off the ground and pushed him back, and suddenly, he punched me, hard, making me fall to the ground on my back, I groaned in pain, and tears began forming... Why are they doing this? Why? I asked that to Sam, and he just simply replied: "Because it's fun."
They like inflicting pain on others, with no actual reason. They just do it because they like seeing others suffer, seeing people sad. They get enjoyment out of it. I'm already depressed enough, I feel like I suffered enough by now. It all started with my mom's death.
She died around 6 years ago, my father killed her, he was a horrible man, he abused me every day, when I accidentally broke something, when I got bad grades, and when I stayed up too late at night, but my mother was always there to comfort me, she never called the cops, because my father said he would kill her and me if she told, he also threatened me and her in a lot of other ways. So, we never told, we were scared.
But one day my mom finally snapped, she finally had enough and picked up her phone, and as she was dialing 9-1-1 my father grabbed her and, the bastard killed her...
I locked myself in my room for a long time after that, I still wasn't over it, and getting beat up, reminded me of it, how my father hit my mother, kicking her, I hated it.
My dad was never arrested, though. He hid her body. I was too scared to tell anyone, too. My mom didn't have any family members or friends to wonder where she is. So no one knew, she was buried in the backyard. My father told me that he would kill me if I told anyone.
...
I was sobbing loudly as Sam and his prick friends were laughing at me, laughing like the pieces of shit they are.
I got up with tears forming in my brown eyes, and I punched Sam right in the face, knocking him onto the ground, sending a bloody tooth flying out, and I began to strangle him as the other assholes tried to get me off of him, but I wasn't having that. I punched Ryan in his head, probably knocking him out, I was too pissed to look at his ugly face. I continued to strangle the prick Sam as Tyler grabbed at me and tried to pull me off of him, so I elbowed him in his stomach and pushed him onto the ground, and he hit his head pretty bad, I then turned around and went for Adam next as Sam slowly got up while coughing.
I kicked Adam over and over again, in his shin, then in his knee, and then I pushed him in front of a car that was passing by, his stomach was crushed by one of the large front wheels of the car, and I was suddenly pushed onto the ground from behind and I fell onto the street, Sam pounced on me and began punching me hard, in the jaw first, then in the shoulder.
I was pinned down by my arms, struggling and screaming, and finally, I got an arm free and punched Sam hard, sending him onto the ground, bloody.
I could hear a voice in my mind, a loud one, saying "Kill him." over, and over, and OVER.
I finished Sam by stomping on his head multiple times, crushing his skull more and more every stomp, until he stopped moving, I was sure he was dead now... His skull was fractured, his forehead was caved in slightly, and he wasn't breathing.
I panted hard as I heard Tyler and Ryan groaning and moaning in pain in the background, but I paid them no mind as I realized what I had done, I killed Sam, and Adam was just barely alive, crying in pain. I looked back to the driver of the car that ran over Adam.
Adam's stomach and ribs were crushed greatly, and he was barely breathing.
I killed 2 people and hurt the others really badly. I felt strong, slightly safe.
I knew who was next to die...
The driver of the car he was on his phone calling 9-1-1, I wasted no time in running away, hearing the voice from earlier voice echo in my mind as I ran and ran, the voice continued, and I kept running, toward my house... It's time.
Author's Note:
I'm sorry. This first chapter is a little bad. I'm so sorry. But the later ones are a bit better! I'm sorry this first chapter is a little clichè and bad!
Please don't hurt me!
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