The school of death

Creation of a monster

I have always been alone, I never had friends.

Everyone in my class saw me as a weirdo and didn't wanted to become friends with me.

Yeah sure, I also used to ignore people. I just didn't liked anybody, everyone was so boring.

At home, it was the same. My mom cooked terrible meals, it was so hard to eat them. My father died a few months after I was born, my mom blames me for his death. She has been bringing new and new people every once in a while, at our home. It took me few years to realize why those mans used to visit our home that much.

I once entered my moms room after I came back from school, without knocking of course.

I saw a fat tall man laying on the bed with mom, she yelled at me very loudly for entering the room without getting her permission.

After that man left, my mom started beating me.

I was used to it, but she did something which she had never done before.

She took a knife from the kitchen and chopped down one of my finger.

Blood!

Blood!

Blood!

I almost lost consciousness, blood continued to fall.

She took me to a nearby clinic and got me treated. I couldn't tell everyone about what really happened, I didn't have anyone else other than her. She told the doctor that I accidentally put my hand inside the ceiling fan. It was dumb, but they believed it.

I started to lose human emotion, I felt like I was a robot. Huh, is that guy really trying to become friends with me?

A boy who recently joined our school has started to try becoming friends with me. It seems like everyone ignores him too.

I wasn't happy about it though, I just liked being alone.

No It wasn't true, I just got used to being alone. I badly wanted someone to become friends with me, I wanted someone to be by my side.

That boy told me his name, he was called fahim. We started to help each other out in everything. I visited his house many times, we used to watch movies together. I was more happy than ever before, but it didn't last for long. Even though I had someone whom I could call friend, It was not enough to get rid of depression. I tried doing different kinds of stuff, but nothing ever worked.

I couldn't sleep well at night, my heart used to be heavy.

Fahim tried his best cheering me up, but it didn't work.

My mom suddenly fell ill, we had very little money. Her condition started to get worse, we didn't have much money. So she decided to stay at home, instead of going to the hospital. She started abusing me more and more to get rid of her own depression. I stopped going to the school for few days because of all the scars I had.

A few days have passed, the food we had is running out. Her condition is more worse than ever, she can't get out of her bed. I thought I should call someone to help. I started to leave the house and get some help.

I didn't go out, I didn't try to call someone for her. I don't remember much about what happened. I saw my hands holding my moms throat. I was holding it so tightly that I think I have just ended her life.

My mom has died, no I killed her. I killed my own mom, the same person who brought me into this world.

What have I done?

What did I just do?

What am I doing? Why ain't I sad? Why do I feel a relief?

I started to laugh, no I wasn't laughing because I just had lost my mind. I was laughing with joy. What is this feeling? This feeling, my heart feels so soft. The heavy feeling I had in my heart was gone, I think this is what they call happiness.

Hahahahahaa

I started laughing out loud.

A day has passed, outsiders will soon find out about this. I had to do something, the body was leaking so much smell that it was making me go crazy.

I thought Maybe fahim will visit me, it has been a while since I went to the school. No, he won't. My mom slapped him the last time he came here. Whoever it is, I will get caught anyway. I don't wanna run away, I should tell the police about everything that happened. I don't feel like leaving, they should come here by themselves and take me. Should I call them? I have only 2 numbers. One belongs to the principal and the other one belongs to our math teacher. I hate our principal, so I called my math teacher.

I didn't know what to say, so my voice was very shaky.

A..A…Sir I have committed something very terrible, can you please come at my house?

“What do you mean by you have committed something terrible, you haven't come to school for the past few days. What the hell did happen?" The teacher replied back to me.

You will know once you do come here…

That's all I remember saying that day. Teacher knew my address, so I didn't have to be very detailed. The area where I lived was in a very bad neighborhood. Very few people lived there. It took teacher half an hour to come at our house.

Knock Knock.

The doors already opened.

A few broken stuff laying on the ground, water dropping through the bathroom.

Sound from tv could be heard.

Teacher slowly went inside and he could see a boy eating meal while watching TV.

That boy was me, who was eating the last meal we had.

I was laughing, and suddenly noticed teacher. Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to be scared or shocked at all. He proceeded to look inside and discovered my moms body. Finger marks can be seen on her throat, so it was obvious that she was killed.

When he came back to the hall room, I was ready to confess my crimes and tell him to take me to the police. No, what was it?

Teacher wasn't shocked at all. He was smiling, yes he was smiling.

That freaking bastard was smiling the same way I started smiling after killing my mom.

“So, you are the one who killed her" he asked.

“Ye….Yes, I am the one to do it".

He started to laugh more louder and louder and suddenly stops.

“Did you call me just because you wanted me to take you to the police? Are you dumb or what. Hey, you are a lot like me. I also killed my father when I was a kid. Let me help you with this".

What is he talking about?

I became very confused.

He prepared a rope and hanged my dead mom's body to make it look like she committed suicide.

The police weren't strict back then. He took me to his house.

Everything started to get normal again.

I started going to school again and meet fahim. Did I started to be happy because my mom wasn't around? Maybe that was the case, that's what I thought.

I still couldn't get why teacher helped me cover things up. I knew something was very strange and it was true.

He had this room which I entered. What are all these red stuff? Oh it's just blood.

Bloooood!

My teacher grabbed my neck and told me to shut up.

He told me to sit down and watch. He brings out a bag, pulls some stuff out. What are these?

It looks like a human brain. Wait, why don't I feel anything? I am seeing a fresh brain!

No, I felt nothing. I wasn't nervous or scared or anything. It was like I already got used to it.

Aha hahaha, I knew boy. You are different than others. You seem like you love seeing stuff like these.

Wait, what is teacher saying? Why would I be happy to see horrible stuff like these? It is so wrong.

I started to yell at teacher and saying I am not happy to see them. Why are you bringing them in front of me?

He smirked and said-

“Oh really, boy… How about I prove it?".

Yeeeees, prove it! I shouted.

Teacher started to behave like a normal person again after that day.

I started going to the school again and everything went normal.

I wasn't allowed to enter teachers house his permission. So I usually spend my time outside, here and there and return when it's dark.

A few months has passed. What is this feeling again? I thought my depression had to do with my mom. Why does my heart feel heavy again? It feels more worse than ever before. Oh God, I can not hold it. I feel like I should die.

My teacher noticed it.

He tells me to do something I could never imagine. I got so mad at him for saying that.

Fahim was my one and only friend.

Teacher told me to bring him here and kill him with my own hands.

He told me that I would become happy once I did.

He started manipulate me and I was manipulated. I started to become happy after I killed someone, after I killed my mom. So if I kill fahim, I will become happy again. Yes I will be.

But I was still not convinced enough to do it.

I finally brought my friend to teachers house.

I remember him wearing a white t shirt which I chose when we went to the market together.

I didn't wanted to kill him horribly, I just wanted to kill him peacefully. He asked for a glass of water, so I went to the kitchen to get it. I returned with the water, just to see teacher with a knife. He has stabbed him many times, but he was still breathing.

He looked at me and said “run", assuming I wasn't the one to do it. He still trusted me.

After a few seconds, I could tell that he has passed away.

Blood, blood started to spread everywhere.

I thought I would at least be a bit sad, but no. Teacher was right, my heart started to feel soft. The heavy stuff was going away.

Ahahahahaha, we both started to laugh.

Blood

Blood

Blood

We were having a party with all the blood.

I was just a teenager back then, those were my first kills. Now I am 30, with around 50 kills.

The only thing that entertains me in this boring world is blood.

I myself are a teacher now, at green high.