The Book About Murder

The Book About Murder

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Alex Violetta has been living the life of a loner, all the way from sixth grade to her freshman year in high school. She was always the weirdo, the loser and the psychopath. Having a life of isolation, her mind begins to create dark thoughts that begin to go deeper than just self hate, but to the hatred of others. One girl in particular pops into her thoughts, a girl who's life is the main reason for Alex's loneliness. Unable to stand the existence of this girl any longer, she starts to plan her first, and certainly not her last, murder. WARNING: This story contains very detailed, graphic and psychotic scenes of murder, along with little self harm scenes. If any of this is triggering, or might disturb you, please do not read. This story is coming from the very darkest part of my imagination.
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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