"The Monster I've Become"
Posted On: Aug 24, 2014 23:30:42 GMT 1
Post by DarknessDevouring on Aug 24, 2014 23:30:42 GMT 1
(Note: Shitty story. Wrote in sixth grade or so. Revamped to correct typos and stuff. Could care less if people dislike it. I realize there's probably grammar errors but given how I sucked at English when I originally wrote it (the revamped version is mainly to correct a billion typos I did...) and I don't care too much. It was never a serious project to begin with.)
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"Stop it... Just stop it all... Let it all come to an end..."
I say those words as I lay on my back. I pant heavily and look at the roof in my room.
I've been bullied for as long as I can remember. I'm currently in sixth grade with no actual friends.
In my class, there's a total of 26 people, including me and the teacher.
Nearly everyone in my class hates me. I don't know why nor what I've ever done them.
I keep to myself and I keep hiding away in the shadows. Yet they don't leave me alone.
Another bruise, another scar, another bitter memory.
I'm sick of it all.
Tomorrow... I'm going to end it.
My father is in the military. I've managed to get one of his guns and a total of 25 bullets. One shot for one person. It'd be enough to kill them all. Even HER...
She's the only person who's tried being nice to me. I like her, I really do.
However, I can't escape it... My fate was already sealed.
The next morning, I head to school, same as always. The gun is hidden in my bag.
"I'll start with the teacher..." I think as I open the door to our classroom. "Oh, you're here," the teacher said. I drop the bag in front of me, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He leans towards me. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked.
Before anyone has the chance to react, I put my hand in my bag. I take out the gun. A single shot rings out. Square in the forehead. I turn towards the class. No one seems to have noticed what happened. 23 more shots rings out. Each shot takes a single life.
Tears are running down my cheeks. I feel horrible, but I know I can't go back anymore.
"...What's going on?"
Ah yes... The last one I was waiting for. I turn around. The one girl who has tried to befriend me. "...I'm sorry. I can't let you befriend a monster like me," I say as I pull up the gun with tears still running down my face. "W-What do you...?! Wait, stop...!" she tries pushing away my hand, but it's too late.
The final shot rings out. Her body drops lifeless to the floor in front of me.
It's a good thing the other classes haven't started yet. Our class always starts an hour earlier than the others on Wednesdays.
I drag her lifeless body to her seat and put it there. The class is almost complete. My seat is empty. Like it should be. I pull the teacher with all my strength and put him in his chair at the master's desk. "...This is how the class should look. One without me," I think to myself.
I head to the rooftop. It's about thirty-forty meters to the ground. I smirk.
"...So, do we know who that boy is?" I ask my second-in-command. "Ah yes, we're still identifying him as his head is... You know, gone. Completely crushed, actually." he replies. "...I was afraid as much. What about the murder weapon?" I ask another one. "Ah yes, it looks like it's this gun," a technician says as he brings the pistol in question to me. I examine it. "Looks like a Glock... How many bullets have we found?" I wonder. "Twenty-five. One in each person," the technician explains. I nod slowly, then turn my attention to another technician who runs to me.
"Boss, you have to see this!"
I head to the school roof. A single message left in what I assume is blood is left on the roof.
"You guys never helped me. I might burn in Hell but I care little about it. Bullying will always exist but no one will ever protect the bullied. I had to take the matters into my own hands. Bullying won't ever stop. But hey, who am I to say what will and what won't happen? After all, I'm just a useless damn brat, aren't I?"
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"Stop it... Just stop it all... Let it all come to an end..."
I say those words as I lay on my back. I pant heavily and look at the roof in my room.
I've been bullied for as long as I can remember. I'm currently in sixth grade with no actual friends.
In my class, there's a total of 26 people, including me and the teacher.
Nearly everyone in my class hates me. I don't know why nor what I've ever done them.
I keep to myself and I keep hiding away in the shadows. Yet they don't leave me alone.
Another bruise, another scar, another bitter memory.
I'm sick of it all.
Tomorrow... I'm going to end it.
My father is in the military. I've managed to get one of his guns and a total of 25 bullets. One shot for one person. It'd be enough to kill them all. Even HER...
She's the only person who's tried being nice to me. I like her, I really do.
However, I can't escape it... My fate was already sealed.
The next morning, I head to school, same as always. The gun is hidden in my bag.
"I'll start with the teacher..." I think as I open the door to our classroom. "Oh, you're here," the teacher said. I drop the bag in front of me, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He leans towards me. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked.
Before anyone has the chance to react, I put my hand in my bag. I take out the gun. A single shot rings out. Square in the forehead. I turn towards the class. No one seems to have noticed what happened. 23 more shots rings out. Each shot takes a single life.
Tears are running down my cheeks. I feel horrible, but I know I can't go back anymore.
"...What's going on?"
Ah yes... The last one I was waiting for. I turn around. The one girl who has tried to befriend me. "...I'm sorry. I can't let you befriend a monster like me," I say as I pull up the gun with tears still running down my face. "W-What do you...?! Wait, stop...!" she tries pushing away my hand, but it's too late.
The final shot rings out. Her body drops lifeless to the floor in front of me.
It's a good thing the other classes haven't started yet. Our class always starts an hour earlier than the others on Wednesdays.
I drag her lifeless body to her seat and put it there. The class is almost complete. My seat is empty. Like it should be. I pull the teacher with all my strength and put him in his chair at the master's desk. "...This is how the class should look. One without me," I think to myself.
I head to the rooftop. It's about thirty-forty meters to the ground. I smirk.
"...So, do we know who that boy is?" I ask my second-in-command. "Ah yes, we're still identifying him as his head is... You know, gone. Completely crushed, actually." he replies. "...I was afraid as much. What about the murder weapon?" I ask another one. "Ah yes, it looks like it's this gun," a technician says as he brings the pistol in question to me. I examine it. "Looks like a Glock... How many bullets have we found?" I wonder. "Twenty-five. One in each person," the technician explains. I nod slowly, then turn my attention to another technician who runs to me.
"Boss, you have to see this!"
I head to the school roof. A single message left in what I assume is blood is left on the roof.
"You guys never helped me. I might burn in Hell but I care little about it. Bullying will always exist but no one will ever protect the bullied. I had to take the matters into my own hands. Bullying won't ever stop. But hey, who am I to say what will and what won't happen? After all, I'm just a useless damn brat, aren't I?"