We all have it, that dark place where our darkest desires are born. We harbour it. We let it fester, to grow and burst upon the world in all its unpleasant glory. This is what happened when the bullies crossed that last line...
"They all tease you. They all mock you. They will all pay!" An anguished voice cries.
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"Simon... what is... that? Ahhh..." A terror filled howl escapes her, to be swallowed by the darkness. With the light in her eyes fading, my lips curve into a half smile, as I silently stalk to the next dorm room.
What would you do differently if given a second chance?