Murderer

"what's the matter with you?" i heard that annoying voice squeak behind me. I turned around to face her, she was a murder and it took every price of me not to just jump at her and rip her to pieces but this would be better,to put that guilt on her for the rest if her life.

"Do you honestly want to know?" i replied,my voice full of hatred. She just simply nodded looking like she doesn't care, she properly doesn't.

I looked out the window to make she she couldn't escape before i sat on the desk of our classroom and faced her. Tears already over flowing, sadness in my voice.

"i found my house yesterday, burnt down into ashes. Everything gone." i paused not daring to look at her "Do you want to know what i found written in those ashes? 'Im coming to get you' with the initials 'MM' and i only know one person with those initials." i looked up at her "you." fear flashed in her eyes as she looked around trying to.find a quick way out.

"you can't escape. The whole building i surrounded by the police so i wouldn't even think about it. So just sit here and listen." she sat on the desk opposite me as i stood up, not bothering to wipe the tears that one freely ran down my face. "the police found your finger prints in the ashes swell so there is no denying it." i said before she could say anything. "i lost everything from that house, and do you know what else i lost from you during down my house?" i paused as i felt my knees weaken at the thought of it. I sat back down and looked her in her eyes making sure i had her full attention. She was confused she didn't know she was a murderer then, this should be interesting.

"M-My family w-was i-n th-there." i sobbed putting my head into my hands. I heard her gasp "so they are dead?" i snapped my head up

"yes they are dead!" burnt down w-with everything else. You wrote in their ashes...... The only reason i wasn't in there was because i had a fight with them the night before.... I s-sai-id t-hat i hated e-ache and every one of th-em. The last memory i have of them..... Is my mum crying, my dad angry with the look of sadness in his eyes, both holly and Amy cuddling in a corner crying there eyes out. Just because those three little words. I. Hate. You. And i didn't mean it. I stormed out the house and spent the night at lauras,regretting the very last words i said them. I came home the next night only to find sympathetic minds and tearful eyes. I saw the bones of my family lying in the ashes. Amy was only 9 and holly was only 12. Hardly lived their lives. They had so much a head of them but they can't do any of that because of you!" i stopped there, not able to say another word. I watched as the police dragged her out through misty eyes

"the last words i will ever say to them is i hate you......" i whispered as she was dragged past me before i cried my heart and soul out into my hands.