"On Top Of The White Tower"

A daragnged depressed teen unleashes hell on his classmates.

“On Top Of The Tower”

By Cody Williams

 

            Look, I’ll tell you anything you want to know okay? But let me tell you my story, and then I’ll answer your questions. You have my word.

            For starters, I live in a room on the bottom floor of Ingram Hall with my roommate, Kurt. I have no girl friend and honestly, no friends. Now before you say anything, I know you see me hanging out with people. However, they’re not really my friends. They hang out with everything, and me but the harsh reality is they weren’t my friends. I could feel it. They thought of me as charity work. They would say some really nice things to me, but then turn their back and laugh about how pathetic I am. Let’s start with the beginning of that day shall we?

            That morning started off like every other morning. I woke up to the mind numbing sound of my roommate’s, huh, or should I say former roommate’s alarm clock. Waking up to the sound of a Goddamn rooster every morning was unbearable. I picked up his alarm clock and smashed it up against the wall breaking it.

            “Dude! You just smashed my alarm clock!” I remember Kurt saying from the top bunk.

            “Sorry man, I just got pissed for a second. I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.” I told him. Well, that’s a promise that is never coming true. Anyway, he leaped off of the top bunk landing on his feet. I could hear him mumbling something under his breath. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was saying, but I pretty much have an idea. It was something to the extent of: That stupid son of a b***h broke my Goddamn alarm clock. He walked over to his closet grabbing out a blue towel and slipped on his flip-flops and walked out of the room to the shower.

            After he left the room, I got out of my bed and walked over to my closet and opened it. I took off my black and red Tap Out shorts and grabbed a pair of black dress pants. I then grabbed a black leather belt and slid it through the belt loops and buckled it. I pulled out a plain white T-shirt and put it on then put on a black button up dress shirt. I closed the closet and the slid on my dress shoes.

            “I am sick and tired of his bull s**t! In fact, I’m tired of everyone’s bull s**t.” I said to myself. I turned to face the closet again and knelt down and opened the top drawer where my underwear was typically stored. I removed the underwear to dumping it to the floor revealing a large dagger. I grabbed the dagger and hid it behind my back when I heard my room mate open the door. He opened the room and turned to me.

            “What the f**k? Why the hell is all of your underwear on the God damn floor?” He screamed at me. Kurt did that sometimes. He always had a short fuse with me, but still was usually nice to me to my face. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “It’s okay, I’m cool. Let me help you with that.” He said as he knelt down picking up my clothes. I gripped the knife in my hand and plunged it into his back repeatedly. Was it satisfying? Absolutely. The only problem with it was hiding the screams and the body. I guess it’s a good thing that we lived on a rowdy hallway with the football team. Some one was always yelling. I guess they were just used to it.

            I opened up Kurt’s closet and stuffed him inside of it. I closed the blood-covered door and held it shut for a few moments to make sure that it would not bust back open. I always knew I would do it, I just didn’t know when. I grabbed my backpack from the other side of the room and put it around my shoulders. I walked over to the door and looked back at the closet.

            “Have a nice day Kurt! I know I will!” I said as I laughed and walked out of the room. I shut the door as quietly as I could try not to attract any additional attention. I reached into the pocket of my blue jeans and pulled out the key to the room. I dead bolted the door and slipped the keys back into my pocket. I turned around and walked down the hallway looking down at the floor trying my best not to make eye contact.

            Eddie, our dorm adviser walked around the corner knocking me down to the floor.

            “You son of a b***h!” I mumbled under my breath. I mean who the hell does this guy think he is? You can’t just jog down the hallway running into people and knocking them down!

            “Oh, dude, I’m sorry! Here let me help you!” Eddie said as he extended his arm to help me up. I slapped his had away from me and pushed myself up.

            “I got it.” I told him as I placed my backpack back on my shoulders.

            “I’m sorry bro!” Eddie said to me.

            “Don’t worry about it! You probably don’t anyway!” I mumbled to him as I looked back down at the ground and quickly walked off. At this point I was complexly pissed off. I quickly walked across campus until reaching the white tower in the center of the campus. I walked over to the door and slid it open.

            I walked up stairwell after stairwell until finally reaching the top of the tower. I walked into the room at the top and threw my backpack down on the round. I glanced over and leaning up against the wall was a rifle. I picked up the rifle and grabbed the shells that were lying in the table next to it. I loaded the gun and cocked it. I walked over to the balcony of the tower. I placed the butt of the rifle against my shoulder and aimed down.

            “Please God! Make the pain go away!” I said I aimed the rifle back down at the crowed and placed my finger over the trigger. I pressed down the trigger firing into the crowd. I was amazing. People were dropping like flies! Just the thought about it puts a smile on my face.

            Honestly, the next thing I remember is the sound of sirens and getting into the back of a police car laughing historically.

            You ask me was it worth it? Was it worth getting arrested? Absolutely! But it wasn’t as fulfilling as I hoped it would be. I realize it now. The problem was not them. The problem was me!

            I planted a bomb on me! And when I press this button, I will blow you and the entire city away!

 

Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams

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Author's Note

This one accually scared my roomate. Don't worry it is 100% ficiton. I was told I should write more in first person, so here it is. I realize that it is nowhere near my best work but I do like it a lot.

It war really hard deciding on a title. "On Top of The Tower" is just a working title. Up to this point, I've been calling it the suicide story. If you could suggest a title, please do!

All reviews are welcome, so tell me what you think!

-CW

Reviews

[Astro]

The story was decent, the repetitive "I did this/that" was mind numbing though. I think you could end it with the problem was me line instead of going on to say he was strapped with explosives. If that's the ending that you want, then perhaps just a better set up to it, cause that line about the problem was a strong one that could be a great finish with moral implications. Otherwise, without that line it could seem that you were approving of school shootings, or killing in general. Adding a reason for the protagonist to have all of those weapons might be nice too, as it would be tough for a student to get explosives unless perhaps he was a chemistry major hint hint. Anyway, the title I would use is 'Snuff the Rooster'.

[Katho28]

wow that is truly pretty Gothic - a style of writing I could never do properly. really interesting though and it captivated me i have to admit.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for the review!

-CW

[Dayran]

Feels a little like at the museum ... looking at a painting and thinking ... it must be important ... why else would they take all the trouble to put it up there ... but I can't see what it is. Maybe its that sort of thing that got to you before killing your room-mate and shooting at a random crowd. You realize you are not helping it any ...

[Cody Williams]

What do you mean?

[Dayran]

To say that something we do is entirely random doesn't say anything ...

[Angel]

You know, I like "On Top of the Tower" for this piece. It's a really good title. The suicide story would give the ending away, and ruin the effect.
I actually like this piece. You have captured the mind of the killer and put it down on paper for us. An absolutely amazing write.
I notice, too, that you are getting much better with the mechanics of writing. I only see one typo...where you meant to type "hand", but missed the 'n'..."I slapped his had away from me and pushed myself up."
I've said it before, but it bears repeating...you, sir, are one helluva horror writer. Your name belongs right up there with guys like Stephen King or Dean Koontz...
And when you get there, I wanna say..."I know that guy...he's a friend of mine!"

[Angel]

LOL...and I will also mention that I never could read his stuff just before bedtime!! I always made him wait till morning for my reviews...

[Cody Williams]

Thanks so much for the review! Your kindness means a lot! I have a couple new short stories coming soon, one of which is a Halloween story! Then I may try my hand at a novel. We'll see.

!CW

[Cody Williams]

Suicide story was not going to be the name, it just freaked my roommate out so bad every time he talked about it he called it "that suicide story."

[Leslie Philibert]

A good write, I scanned it and found a good piece of prose, maybe the characters need a bit more
background...

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for the review!

-CW

[ThoughtsofShyann]

loved the way it started off really got my attention!

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for the review!

-CW

[Will]

I think it's rather disjointed, but since it's the "manifesto" of a sociopath, I like it. I think you could explain the character's background a bit more, sort of like Sallinger's Holden Caufield. Further, I think you could explain why th dagger and rifle were where they were a bit more thoroughly. Overall, the story could be fleshed out and developed further to make it better. I like it, but I certainly believe improvements can be made. Well done, and keep writing.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for the review!

-CW

[Will]

Anytime, Cody.

[Riding the Rainbow]

he's totally out of his mind! Creepy!
Well done!

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for the review!

-CW

[MikeV]

lol Ioved it! you gotta check out the killer and a dip into hell by me
we both have crazy a*s thoughts :)

[Cody Williams]

Thanks a lot for reading! I love horror stories and always will! I'll be sure to check out your stories! Feel free to check out some of my other stories as well. I have some real creepy ones! Thanks again!

-CW