Tales from the Wanted (no longer updated)

Chapter 3: Oliver Newell

Warnings: this chapter does contain some content that I know is very sensitive for some people (gun violence, school shootings, mentions of suicide). If you are not comfortable reading this, I completely understand, and it is no worries at all :)

At the age of 17, Oliver Newell opened fire at a high school in Maine on February 8th, 2016. He was a student there, reportedly with exceptional grades. After weeks of investigation with Mr. Newell's family, there was no exact motivation uncovered for his crime. What you are about to read are words spoken by Mr. Newell himself over a PA system at his high school after opening fire, right before he took his own life.

1:41 P.M - 2/8/16

This is Oliver Newell. Some of you might know me. Some of you might've not even known I exist until right now. Sorry for what I did back there, I really am, but I had to make a statement everybody would hear.

I'm a senior here. I've been here four whole years. And every single day of those four years were total hell. I'm bullied, taunted, made fun of, whatever you want to call it. Since freshmen year I've been the number one kid to pick on. To mess with. Nobody ever left me alone.

I'll never forget that one time where 4 guys waited outside the stall I was using in the bathroom to beat me up. I had a broken nose and a torn muscle. I felt like dying right there. Like giving up, and not having to face this anymore.

But I didn't. I kept putting myself through it. Looking back, I have no idea why I continued to even come to school. Maybe I didn't think it was so bad. Or maybe I knew that one day everyone would get what was coming for them.

Revenge is a controversial word, isn't it? I imagine it as a really famous painting in a museum. We all love to stare at it, and think about it, but no one dare touches it. Security just wouldn't have it.

Yeah, I couldn't give a shit less about security, so I touched it. You all know that, don't you? It's not that I did this just for fun. That's the honest to God truth. I did this because I couldn't stand how my life was going anymore. It was terrible. And I want every single one of you to know that.

Take something away from this, people. Don't let your life become a living hell. Be stronger than I was. Imagine me right now. I'm standing alone, dressed in all black, holding a stupid piece of metal, and speaking into some microphone. Please, please, please don't end up like this. It's all in your power to have the strength to act differently.

I'll end this monologue with a final thought. Watch out who you mess with. You have no fucking idea how they'll react. Things backfire.

Alright, I'm done. Au revoir, ladies and gentlemen.

*gunshot*