The Opening

I'm writing this based on just a sudden idea to turn a saying into a more horror type of thing.

            Dear diary, today I met this really cute guy. He's older than me and was really nice to me. I think I love him. This was the day that started an event that no one who lived in my city will ever forget. What I am about to tell you will be turned over to the police officials along with my diary as proof of my crime. This will decided what will happen to me, but know this. I regret, nothing.

 

2 Months earlier

 

            With this new fresh style, brought to us from the newest retail designers..No that sounds stupid..ugh! These are the thoughts that progressed through my mind while I was walking to my next class, reading through my note cards before I had to get up and "sell" a new product. Stupid teacher, stupid fashion classes. Starting to regret even taking this-.  It was at this moment that I ran into..him, we bumped into each other, my note cards going all over the hallway. Turning to yell at him, my voice catches in my throat. For in front of me is one of the cutest, most attractive guys I've ever seen.

             "I..who are you?" I stuttered out at him "I know every guy in this school, yet I've never seen you before." He looks taken back, before letting out a soft chuckle, it was like music to my ears.

             "I'm a new transfer student." He says with a slight accent. Before I know it he's picking up my note cards. Blushing a red that could be called Tomato red, I hurry to help him, which, probably wasn't the smartest move. When I bent over to start picking the cards up someone jostled me from behind, sending me flying into him, our lips connecting for the briefest moments and, with a loss of sensory control I spiral into a world filled with the taste of his lips, the soft gentleness that was behind them. Coming to my senses, everyone is staring at me. A look of disgust and hate on their faces. "How dare SHE kiss the new kid? Where does she get off with thinking SHE is better than the rest?" The voices around me mutter, I look down, my bangs covering the anger that is present in my eyes. I will show them..one of these days.. I hurriedly take my note cards from him and rush away, barely containing the scream building in my chest. The rest of the day went without much of a hitch, I failed the presentation because I was too angry to speak, but otherwise I managed to calm down by the time it came to leave. Heading out the back of the school,mostly to avoid the looks of every female in the school, and also partly to take the shortcut through the short forested block to my apartment complex. After walking a distance into the woods I sit down on one of the fallen trees, pulling my knees up to my face. 

            "Why does everyone have to be so mean.." I question with tears bubbling at the corners of my eyes, not able to hear the sounds approaching as I sat there mumbling to myself, by the time I noticed the presence it was too late. Jumping me, the figure pins me to the ground, before delivering a hefty punch to the abdomen nearly causing me to black out. 

            "I'll teach you to kiss my future husband" the figure hisses at me, pulling my hair. That was the last straw for me, pretending to give up and letting my arms go limp, I wait for them to make their next move. 

            "Hmph, weak. I thought you'd be tougher than that." The figure sneers, getting off of me, but planting their foot firmly on my chest like I was a trophy. She takes a few selfies, probably to remember this moment. "Now's my chance" I think, grabbing their leg and pushing them back, their head connects with the tree behind them. Letting out a yelp of pain they stumble around. 

            "I'm tired of people like you" I say with an evil looking smile on my face "Now you have to pay" reaching into my backpacks front pocket, I pull out a knife. Not a kitchen knife or a pen knife, but an American Bowie knife. Grabbing her, as I have finally determined their gender through my bloodlust driven brain, by the hair, I slowly sink the knife into her throat cutting off any screams that she tried to make. With a laugh that could chill the dead, I set about to cutting her head off. "Remove the head, remove the hands, leave no prints behind.." I softly chant, the cold evil smile never leaving my face. "That'll teach her.." After I finish the job, I wrap the head in my sweater along with her hands, setting off for my apartment. For in the apartment, in the basement is an old wood stove. That is where I will destroy the evidence. I cackle as darkness falls.

            "Senpai will be MINE"

Reviews

[KittyKatgirl]

I love it. Wow the ending gave me the chills. When someone does something phsycotic it always gives me the creeps. Great start. I can't wait to read the next chapters. If you enjoy writing horror stories please join the group I created Horror I would love to have you as a member. Great job and keep up the good work :)