Well, you wanted to be a writer...

Rebecca Day

It started like any normal day.  I woke up in my bed, frilly duvet tangled between my legs.  I never was very good at sleeping still.  God forbid I ever am forced to sleep next to someone they will end up with tons of bruises.

Sorry.  I get distracted rather easily.  Tangents tend to be just... how I tell stories you know?  Has that ever happened to you?  Sorry.  (Get used to it.  It is a fairly common word I use)  Anyway, where was I... right I woke up in my bed.   Smells of bacon and eggs drifted up to my room.  This was important.  Because if it weren't for that smell, I would have probably slept in through my alarm, probably being late, and all this would never have to have ended up the way it did.

I got up, my mom downstairs spatula in hand and baby brother on hip.  She looked frazzled.  It wasn't her fault.  But my brother is still not really known for sleeping well, and I probably stress out my mother more than she needs. Sorry.  Sidetracked.

"Hey, Mom."  She turned to me smiling exhaustedly at me.

"Good morning Rebecca.  You ready for breakfast?"  I told her, yes smiling slightly.  Only she actually called me Rebecca.  I was usually Becca or Becky to my friends.  But it made me happy to hear her call me that.  No that I would tell her that.  I quickly ate breakfast.  Rushed back upstairs to get ready for school.  Made it onto the bus as  I was supposed to.  I remember the radio was going, the bus driver flipping through the channels while waiting for the kids to get settled.

"Be your Beautiful self with Dove-"

"CONGRATULATIONS MA'AM!  YOU WIN-"

"Alice Henly found dead in Chicago suburbs" 

"Radio Music"

"static-"

"K-A-R-S kars 4 kids!"

Eventually, the driver settled on smooth jazz and I settled into a seat and pulled out a book.  I like reading.  Did I tell you that?  Many at my school thought of me as a bit of a nerd.  Often I had my head in a book.  This time in particular it was Silence of the Lambs.  A fairly creepy book, but I'm not picky.  Anything to help me drown out the annoying chatter of rambuctious kids around me.  Anyway ultimately I was a nerd.  I think that might have been why so many were surprised when Jason said he was dating me.  Jason Talon.  Star Linebacker and my crush ever since he helped me out a few months back.  

I was new back then.  The school was very confusing with door numbers not matching up with the floors or whatever.  It was making me dizzy and I was running late when I tripped over my own feet.  Or maybe it was a piece of loose notebook paper.  I don't know.  It was SO embarrassing.  But then HE came over.  Jason.  He picked me up, and then proceeded to help me find my class.  Fast forward three weeks when his girlfriend Trisha broke up with him, I made my move.  Err... comforted him and when he kissed me I made sure he felt like he could trust me.  We had been dating for the past month.

I'm sorry.  I tried to avoid getting sidetracked.  I really did.  Let's return to where we were supposed to be.  Entering the school and meeting my closest friend, Kat Fallows.

Kathleen is quite an interesting sort.  She is a self proclaimed anarchist and vocal lesbian.  I loved her.  Her quirky nature often made me feel better whenever I had a problem.  She always knew what to say, plus a few curse words to add in... She was also one of the few people willing to talk to the new quiet girl.  

Anyway, when I got into school there she was.  I knew instantly something was wrong. I could tell from the way she stood.  That was how Kat was.  She couldn't hide in any circumstances.  So even though I was still several paces away from her I knew she was ticked.  And when she came up to me I knew why.

"Sh*t Becca.  I am so sorry for you.  I will beat that mother f***ing dirtbag for you.  Believe me."

"Kat.  What are you talking about?"

"Becca.  I'm so sorry." and she looked it.  "I just saw Jason."

"So?"

"I saw him with Trisha."  The noise seemed to dim at that moment.  You wouldn't think that it could become silent in a high school full of loud teenagers.  But I swear it did.  Or maybe it was just me.

"With... with Trisha?"

"He was... he was kissing her."  Now here is the thing about Kat.  She may be blunt.  She may have a filthy dirty mind, but she always tells the truth.  Always.  If she says jason was kissing Trisha, then I believe her.  As heartbreaking as it was.

I broke...  I'll admit it. I broke.  I don't remeber much.  Just flashes, Kat leading me to class, throwing up in the bathroom, seeing Jason's chocolate brown eyes.  I always used to call them his doe eyes.  That was it.  As I said not much.  That is... not much until I ended up in the janitors closet with him, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Jason.  How could you!"

"Becca, it wasn't my fault.  She kissed me!  What could I have done?"  I kissed him then.  He backed up.  I whispered darkly.

"You could have done that."  I laughed.  Memories came back to me.  All of the betrayals I have faced.  Every relationship of mine.  Wat was wrong with me?  Why?  Why couldn't they stay with me?  Was I that unloveable?"

"Becca.  I'm sorry.  I love you."

"I know.  I know you do.  Just like Zack did.  Just like Orion.  And Ellie and Alice, and Kevin.  All of them said they loved me.  Then every one of them tried to leave me.  I couldn't take it.  No one should leave me!  They can't leave me.  I make sure they can't leave me!"  My eyes flashed to him.  "You won't leave me either."

"Becca?  OH  MY GOD!  BECCA N-"  I hit him in the gut with one arm and roped my purse strings around his neck.  He may have been a linebacker, but he hadn't killed before.  I was small, agile and strong.  He used to like that about me.  I watched as he gasped and then slowly, oh ever so slowly, his eyes became glass.  One more ghost to haunt me forever.  They won't ever leave me.

I called Mom.

"Mom, we need to move again."  

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video by: Daniel Sil

So I know I got recommended to do a pt. 2 on I Swear I'm not Guilty but to do it justice that will take time.  And I wanted to write this out.  So yeah... thanks Pinterest for this creepy yandere challenge.  The challenge?  Write a normal every day story with a normal every day girl living an seemingly idyllic life.  At the end reveal she was a psychopathic murderer this whole time.  I hope you were a bit suprised.  I threw in some clues.  See if you can find them all!