I woke up early and brought a knife to school, I wore my black jeans and a black top with a jacket.
I swung my bag over my shoulder and headed to the kitchen for some food.
"Good morning sweetie" my mother smiled.
She leaned in to kiss my forehead but I nudged her out of the way.
I opened the fridge and got out an apple and a bottle of water. I put the bottle of water in my bag and bit into the apple.
"Your father called"
"He wants to take you to the carnival this weekend, isn't that going to be fun!" She expressed excitedly at the last past.
"Tell him to take his w***e instead".
I said in a low voice and mothers smile dropped.
"(Y/N) I don't really like my daughter talking like that" she sadly smiled and put her hands on my cheeks.
I looked into her stressed eyes "get another daughter then" I said bluntly and left.
I let my hair run loose as I walked to the bus stop.
Once I got to school I took a deep breath.
'Everyone's in the assembly' I i looked towards the front of the school and all the students were standing there, singing along, starting their assembly.
'That will give me an hour and a half' I headed off to the art room.
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"Hello? Oh (Y/N).. shouldn't you be at the assembly?" My art teacher, Miss whyte said standing up from her desk.
"Miss..." I said and walked towards her "what's wrong?" She said with concern.
"You always cared about me... you said that I'm not a freak when everyone else told me that I am"
"(Y/N)..." she said.
"Say it again"
"(Y/N)?" she said confused.
I rushed over to her and hugged her, taking in her warmth, "I'm sorry" I whispered.
"It's oka-" she paused once I stabbed her in the side of her torso.
"Ah- what the f**k!-"
"I don't really like my daughter talking like that" I said as she fell to the ground, she was covered in blood.
I stabbed her again and again until she stopped struggling.
Only the sound of meat being stabbed with blood pouring out could be heard.
I stood up and took a few photos of her.
I walked out of the room and went to my social studies teacher.
"What on gods name happened to you, are you hurt?" He said as soon as he saw me.
"Mr- you always made me laugh when I didn't want to, I thank you for that at least" I smiled and slit his throat.
'Two people'
I took some photos of his body.
I caught my breath and went to the assembly area.
'Too many people'
I started walking home.
I drank from my water bottle and entered my house.
Mother stood up and gasped.
"Oh god- What happened?"
"None of your business" I said walking to my room.
"(Y/N)! Please talk to me!" She screamed and started crying.
"Okay mother" I frowned and walked over to her.
"I just took the lives of two people and I thought about more but then I also thought that something might happen and I'll get hurt so I left, mother, I just killed two innocent people"
She cried more.
I walked to my room and shut the door.
Mother was on the phone, but I paid no attention to her.
I sat on my bed, looking at myself in the mirror...
'what have I done'
"POLICE! OPEN UP!"