Killed by words

Mark

I sat in my room looking out of my wide window that made the reflection of the stars bounce back onto my shimmery eyes. The distractions of the curtains moving to the wind as the window was not any good at keeping the breeze out. That's when I said the words.

"Mark Johnson, I wish you were dead"
I said it quietly enough so that my mum and brother wouldn't wake up as it's now 2 in the morning.

I felt no regret to what I just did. I know that I should of but I just didn't. The pain of that day of the party kept replaying in my mind. He hurt me, so he deserves the pain too, right? It's only fair.

I felt a jolting pain in my stomach. It must be working, unless that's just my mum's bad cooking. I moved my head down so it was resting on top of my soft pillow and closed my eyes slowly. Blinking them open and closed to tire them out. I felt scared for the comments that are were going to be made tomorrow by my class mates but I was also exited for the next day to arrive for my revenge to take place.

Finally feeling in control of something just made me feel so useful. It gave me a reason to live.

I woke up the next day after having a good night rest, which felt like only two seconds of sleep. Everything to the moment I got up to the moment I got to school felt oddly normal. Normal as in mark was still alive and well, walking through the hallways as we speak. Him not knowing what might happen any second now. Thinking that today is like any other average day and that there will be a tomorrow. Taking everything for granted, such as breathing. I don't blame him though. I bet my dad took everything for granted before he died. I even took having a dad for granted because that's just something I got as soon as I was born. I didn't have to work hard to get it.

When passing the school gates many people accused me of murdering Ivy and Courtney, I technically did and I was expecting the accusations that were being made so I already planned my responses. To be honest, I would be terrified too if a crazy person was going around my town going on a killing spree. Whereas, I'm the crazy person, I no longer have the emotion of fear. Although, I used to have a load of fear piling up on me after my dad's passing to the point that I almost lost my mind. You could argue that my mind is long gone but I could disagree. It's just called an eye for an eye. It's not like I'm hurting innocent people just ones who are pulling others down just for their own liking.

I sneakily followed mark around the school just to 'keep and eye on him' as I wanted to see how it would happen. How he would die. Would he just collapse onto the stone hard ground? Or would something else bizzarre happen? I was curious to know.

If my so called powers turned out to be a hoax and it was actually a big coincidence all along. I would feel like the stupidest girl alive. Following a guy that broke my heart months ago around the school just to see if he'll drop dead. I guess your right, I have lost my mind.

I followed Mark into a classroom which was luckily enough to of my been my class that I had next. It was history. I placed myself down to were I normally sat. I was right across the other side of the room from Mark. For some reason, Mark got up from his seat. My heart dropped, is something wrong? Is this the moment we're he will eventually collapse. I stood up thinking that he was going to fall to the ground and the rest of the class would rise out of their seats with me but to my suprise, he walked to the front of the room where the teachers desk was placed. I looked ridiculous.

Thats when I remembered, we had an important presentation that was needed to be presented today. I had two weeks to write it. I thought it would be an intelligent idea to leave it till the last minute but this week had been the most distracting week I've had all year. I had no time on my hands to do it. I was going through enough as it is. I thought maybe the teacher would have some dignity and let us get away with not doing it as of the murders being too much for teenagers to handle. But no. We had to do it. My hands became clammy, I had no train of thought to what I should say in this presentation. I just sat there tapping my chewed up pencil onto my desk which was filled with words that have been written from previous students.

As I was stuck in my thoughts I saw a pen roll down from where Mark was standing. My head raised. I saw blood drip from Mark's mouth and down from his twitching noise. So my powers wasn't a hoax. At first the class thought Mark was having an innocent nose bleed. That was untill he stumbled across the classroom with indescribable pain flowing through him. His heart squeezed as he fell. His ribs snapped like twigs. You could see the blood flow through his eyes and his guts came tumbling out of his mouth. Mark lay in agony as he drooled red blood. The last he saw was my smirk towering over him, blending in with everyone else's faces of terror and not knowing what to do. Mark blinked his last second...