Killed by words

the next victim

I continued to look at the window before the next incident happened. I wasn't feeling too well. I felt like my stomach was all twisted and inside out. After the lesson finished, I collected my things and began placing them in my bag. I went to call up my mother to order her to come and pick me up after almost spewing on the desk Infront of me. As soon as my mum answered, I saw Courtney in the corner of my eye walking up towards me. She tapped me on my stiff shoulders and pulled me by my hair, unexpectedly. She screamed at me as her finger pointed directly at my face.

"Y-you killed Ivy" she said, still pointing at me.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"What?" I said in shock as I placed her fingers down so they were no longer in my face.

"You let her bully you, you hated her which gives you a motive." She yelled.

She stepped closer to me, she looked angrier this time.

People started to surround us making a circle.

"I didn't kill her. It's not like you care anyways. I mean you seem to sure love the attention from it"

The audience gasped and some even began recording from their screens that they can't keep there eyes off of.

Before I knew it, Courtney punched me in my eye creating a bruise and tears to fall.

"Courtney, you can go die too just like Ivy!" I screamed without realising what I said.

I grabbed my bag and stormed out the classroom. I can't believe I actually said that.

I looked down at my phone to realise that my mum may of heard the whole conversation. I attempted to call her back many times but there was no response. I tried to survive the rest of the day. Which I barely did. People shoved me as they walked passed. People gave me death stares. People began to talk about me. I was used to people hating me but I wasn't used to everyone hating me. The worst part of this whole situation was that the video of me saying those words were trending on twitter. I was no longer invisible, I was the talk of the town.

After school finished i got forced to walk home as my brother said he was busy at collage today and my mother wouldn't pick up my calls. I bet she hates me for what I said, expecially after she knows what it's like to lose someone close to you.

I walked home all alone as my feet scraped along the cold pavement. It got dark pretty fast. I could feel my legs slowly giving up on me. I've been walking for a good 40 minutes now. Every part of my body was shutting down one by one. I just wanted this day to end quickly as possible. I was so close to reaching my house as a bunch of police cars zoomed passed. Thats weird, nearly nothing happens in Bristol. After it feeling like years of walking I finally got to my ragged house.

I opened it up to see my mum aggressively washing the dishes. I could tell that she knew about the things I said. I didn't mean anything by it, did I?

I greeted her and headed straight for my room to try and stay out of the way as I waited for her to call me down for food. I heard the door swing open. It was my brother who arrived back from collage as he didn't live there. My mother called me down to set up the table with Charli ready for our dinner to be served. I could smell the freshing sweet food that was being made. It was my favourite kind of food. Chicken korma curry. I know, how basic. We began eating. It was silent.

After the awkward time we spent. We all surrounded the t.v like we did every night. The news was on before the show that we always watched came on. I was looking on my phone as the news reporter was talking about some depressing topic. I hated the news. I hated how they talked about how the world is going to shit and how we should improve it, but by watching this, is anyone really helping? Sitting on the sofa watching a square screen, is that doing the world any good? The news never talk about all the good stuff about the world because is there really anything good about it?

I was still on my phone playing one of those games that are always advertised on Instagram. It wasn't a good game but it was super addictive. That's when I heard the name. The name of Courtney Jones. The girl who pushed me to say those words. The words that wanted her dead. I didn't hear much after that as words faded out. My mum gave me a look. She knew that I wished Courtney was dead.

This isn't just one big coincidence, I have these words that kill. I can make people get killed by words.