They Say Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold (short story)

They Say Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. That's why my classmates ended up in a freezer. My name's Sandra. I'm fifteen years old, and live in LA, California. I've been bullied most of my life. I don't know why. Probably cause I look different and don't listen to 'normal' music. Unlike most of the girls at our school who wore skirts and crop tops, I wore jeans and t-shirts. Nothing could make me dress like that. It's.. disgusting. 

It was a Tuesday morning and I'd just got to school. I was already getting the usual stares from people. I tried to shrug it off and kept walking. 

"Oi, nerd!" I heard someone yell behind me. I tried to ignore them and kept walking until I was pushed forward onto the ground, my things going everywhere. I sat up and picked up my stuff, and when I turned around I saw Stacy. She's bullied me since we were little. Why? I don't know. I stood up and walked away while Stacy laughed with her friends. I've had enough of this. Time for revenge. 

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I got home and went straight to my room. Tonight was the night I'd put my plan into action. My parents were on a business trip, and weren't supposed to be getting home for a couple more days, that gives me plenty of time. I went to find what I needed.

I put on a black coat and gloves, and grabbed a mask, then went to the kitchen and got the sharpest knife I could find. Smiling, I put it in my pocket and went out to the shed. I quickly found the axe. I got out my phone, and went on facebook to find out where people would be tonight. Turns out one of the popular guys, Jack, was throwing a party tonight. I smiled to myself. Good, everyone will be there. I hid the makes and axe under my coat, and used the alley ways to get there. Lucky for me, there was a small alley right next to his house. I put on the mask and waited. 

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Not long after I'd been there, I heard someone walk outside. As they walked past the alley I grabbed them and pulled them into the darkness. It was none other than Stacy herself. Perfect. 

Before she could scream, I whacked her over the head with something that was sitting next to me. I heard her groan and stumble back, tripping over in her stilettos and falling onto the ground. Now, what to do to her? I looked at her as she lay unconscious on the ground. I smirked and pulled the knife out of my pocket. I walked over to her and to my luck she was wearing a crop top. I dug the knife into one side of her stomach, slowly slicing it open. The smell of blood soon filled the air. I looked at her insides and smirked. I'm gonna have fun with this.

I slowly began to pull her intestines out, and hung them around my neck. I started cutting out her organs, and putting them into a plastic bag. I got the knife and began skinning her face, leaving only muscle still attached to her skull. Now to dispose of her body. I stood up with the intestines still hanging around my neck, the smell almost relaxing. I walked over to where the axe was sitting and picked it up. I walked over to Stacy, and with one swing her head was off. I had to stop myself from yelling 'Off with her head!'. I cut the rest of her into small pieces and stuffed her into the plastic bags. 

I continued this through the night until around 4:00am, and I'd gotten through another four people, Greg, Sam, Danni and Tiffany. I picked up the bags containing my former classmates, but struggled to hold them all. I found a shopping cart at the end of the alley, and threw the axe and mask in first, throwing the bags in after. 

Before I left, I walked over to a pool of blood that sat on the ground. Dipping my fingers in it, I walked over to the wall and wrote a little message. 

'They say revenge is a dish best served cold.'

After I'd written my message, I walked over to the shopping cart and headed home, following the alley ways yet again, and sticking to the darkness.

I got home and headed to the basement. I opened the old freezer that's down there, which no ones uses anymore, and put the bags in there. I got a lock and put it on the door. I threw away the gloves, cleaned up the axe and knife, and burnt the coat, then went and had a long shower. I went to bed smiling that night, for the first time in ages. 

~Three Months Later~

No one ever found out what happened that night at the party. I never told anyone what had happened, and no one had found the bodies, obviously. They'd been declared missing about a week after the party, and have been ever since. I still get bullied, but whenever I do, I just think about the freezer, sitting in the basement. And every time I think about it, I smile.