You may think I am mad. I am nothing of the sort. you could say, I am, well, strategically advantaged. My senses are sharper, my mind is quicker. call me a killer? no. my name is adelaide.
People call me insane.
Now I don't recall going mad, losing my sanity. but I do remember something snapping within me, in my senses after my first victim. my first bloodshed. my first victory.
It was my last day of 8th grade.
"Hope you have a great summer you emo freak!" Alisha yelled from behind me. she ran to me and push me violently into a locker. the hinges of the locker door grazed my arm leaving a huge bleeding line across my arm. She bashed my head into the wall. I dug my nails into the top of her foot causing blood to stream from the cut a left and her to screech in pain.
Then I snapped.
I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down. she fell on her face and I grabbed ahold of her head and bashed it into the wall. She pleaded for mercy. blood was pouring from her nose but I wasn't satisfied.
I kicked and punched and scratched. Her pleading stopped and I wasn't sure if she was breathing.
I crouched down to the ground and grabbed her wrist.
No pulse
I killed Alisha Woods
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My bloody revenge
Mystery / ThrillerYou may think I am mad. I am nothing of the sort. You could say, I am, well, strategically advantaged. My senses are sharper, my mind is quicker. Call me a killer? No. My name is Adelaide.