My List

They say one stroke is all it takes to send a person into the depths of insanity. A whirlwind that sweeps through your mind and devours all it finds. Well it takes what is left of your mind after the strike, after the blow, after the shot. Choose your weapon and let the madness begin! But I never dead trust the gun; the knife is so much more... personal. You can feel it as it enters as it rips through arteries you can taste the blood that spurts out of the wound. I am not heartless; to be heartless would be to be lifeless. Feel my pulse I’m very much alive. I feel their pain. I feel every ounce that seeps out of their body like the blood which pools around that pail limp animal. I enjoy the pain that rips through my mind. Some would say I do not have a conscience, but I say I love life and I love the death it brings.

The people at school don’t understand when they look at me and laugh. They see me all alone; they see my small pale face and think, loser. But don’t worry children don’t worry. You can call me all the names you want. I have a list. It’s a very special list. It has the names of anyone that looks down on me anyone who thinks they are better than me. The names won’t be there forever. One by one I shall erase every name as I erase every life source. As I sit in maths listening to my teacher shouting at me for not doing my homework. Don’t worry sir I will make sure you won’t have to shout at me again. Don’t worry sir you should be honoured, I guess it’s not just kids that have to be on my list I have a line on the sheet reserved for your name sir. But not tonight sir I have another thing to see to.

Today I woke up to the sound of my neighbour scream. I looked out of the window and saw, in my neighbours back garden a red stained dog hanging from a swing on the end of a make shift noose. I really should practise my knots. The once immaculately white stuck up dog who thought it could dig under the fence and puncture my footballs had let out his last howl late last night. Hmm. I think his new blood stained fur and his grey eyes and his breathless sneer suited him. I’m glad my mum bought me that camera last Christmas. I did love photography. I loved the final scenes they pictured. One last breath trapped for all eternity.

I would never tell anyone of my pastimes when they asked what I enjoyed doing the most I just smiled and reached into my pocket where my list lay neatly folded waiting for more ink to touch its wafer sheet. It confused me to see the news so many times had it shown a picture of a deceased victim, they said those who had stolen there last second of humanity were evil. Had mankind not taken millions of life in the history of our world. What was one more death. One more person gone who most likely deserved it. If they new what I did they would think me inhuman they would think me a monster. BU tin actual fact I am one of the brave few who inbrace our humanity and our hunger. I take advantage of what we live to do.

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Night time.

Outside Jamie Spindle’s house.

I knew he was alone because he had been boasting all day at school about how he had the house to himself for the whole week. Maybe I should send his parents a letter some time to thank them for their absence. He had always hated me. Every inch of my body seemed to have something that Jam ie could criticize. Well dear Jamie I invite you to stare at me nwo to tell me how much you hate me. I walked up to the front door and knocked. He opened it and snarled at me. “What do you want”

I adopted a worried tone and stuttered “ I-I was w-walking past and I tripped. P-please let me use your phone my m-mobiles dead I think I-I’ve broke my arm.”
Jamie scarled and said “fine you have five minutes to call and be out of my house or else and it’ll cost you a fiver tomorrow.”

I stumbled into the house and ran up the stairs. “Hey!” Jamie shouted running after me. “The phones downstairs and your not acting like your hurt.” By now his expression was one of utter suspicion.

“Well done for once you aren’t as stupid as you look” I smiled. I saw his hand reach his pocket and start to tap keys. “Get you hands out of your pocket!” I screamed.

“I will when you get out of my house!!” He looked ready to punch me.

I pulled my knife out of my bag. “Now Jamie I advise you to think before you call the police.

Do you really think its advisable. Infact take that scared look of your face! You should be happy. Think about it no more things to worry about! You should feel important your opn my list and guess what your at the top of my list. It’s your turn! Your turn to scream.”

All this time I had been talking I had been walking towards him. He was scared. I could taste it. I could feel it. I could practically hear it. He had reached the wall and was now looking desperately at the door. The door which was blocked by a knife. “GET OUT THE WAY YOU FUCKING PHYCHO!!” He screamed, practically crying.

I came to a standstill when I was but a few inches away from him. I could hear his racing heart and I could vividly imagine his prayers that must be going on in his mind right now, Desperately thinking of a way to escape. Well my dear Jamie there shall be no escape today. I gracefully brought my knife arm forward and with one swing a red line appeared on his neck. Blood gushed out everywhere filling the dustless kitchen with a scarlet liquid. I smiled as I felt it splash over my face. I always did love the sensation it gave me. I watched him slide to the floor and tremble unwillingly. I did not blink at this by now I knew the drill. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1 and... silence. I knew that somewhere in his brain a lgith had just gone out. I smiled to myself one more name, of many, to cross off my list. Just like the dog and so many others, I had never bothered to count, scribbled out forever. “Goodbye Jamie” I whispered as I made my way to the front door.

I saw a flashing blue light appear outside the house. Pretty flashing lights and a deafening siren. I tried to place the sight and sound. I’ve heard them before in films and on the TV. I opened the front door and saw guns pointed at me. Distant voices screamed at me to drop the bloody knife that hung limply in my hand. I smiled at them and waved. They were annoying me maybe I should add them to my list. I felt an arm try to grab me and I swung round with my knife. I felt it rip through flesh and heard a scream of agony. I did hate it when people bugged me now look what they have done they weren’t on my list they disrupted my list. Pristeen uniformed people that looked like the people you saw on the news were still screaming at me. I heard numerous clicks. I started running towards the noice.

BANG.

I felt something jolt through me. Strange I’d never felt something like this. Another jolt then another then a few more. It was so cold. So very cold. Pinpricks of ice revolving through me and refusing to leave. I tripped and lay on the ground laughing. What fun it was just like a film. But what was happening all I knew was that my mind was screaming at me to wake up as my eyes were becoming dimmer. I could taste blood. But weirdly it was my blood. I felt my knife slip from my hand and tried to grab it but could not move. Everything was draining from me so rapidly. SO confused. So confused. I tried to ask someone what was happening but I’d lost my voice. What a stupid thing to misplace. Then the colours of the world I knew, the sounds of my life and my memories of revenge went out. I knew it was time to leave. Time to sleep. I do hope I have dreams. I felt one last smile reach my flaked lips. Goodbye.