Hi my name is Julianne.
I'm 16 years old.
I'm a straight-A student in a private school.
I am talented. I love arts, I act, I can play sports, and even play chess!
I help in charities, giving donations to the poor, and helping others in sight.
But I have a big problem in spite of my perfect happy life.
I fell in love.
And his name is Daniel.
For the first time, I felt so bright, happy and gay.
Then it all went to gray.
When saw him with her last May.
My heart shattered to pieces.
Tears fall from these eyes because of Daniel.
I tried to stop it but it managed to trickle out of my eye sockets.
At first I never really thought that I would miss him, but here I am, crying myself crazy.
I wish that I could die so that I wont feel this pain of not him having by my side.
I kept on wondering if he felt the same way.
Sorrow swirled into the dark spaces of my mind.
I want to be free,
to be happy,
to be jovial,
but then the agonizing pain that he had inflicted into my heart
has destroyed anything that was glad.
I thought it will all go away if I put myself to end.
These wounds was left on my skin
when I stabbed myself again and again,
and my blood has seeped through my darkened soul
petrifying anything that is good left in me.
Still after that I was still alive.
Hurting my self on the outside,
I guess didn't work,
Because I can still feel the pain in my heart.
I tried to kill it.
But now I don't think I could.
I kept on wondering how,
how I could make it dissappear.
And then I heard a voice in my head
Whispering to me that she has a brilliant idea
She told me to follow Daniel, and bring a knife
Then stab him with all my might
She says that if he was gone,
I wouldn't feel hurt
'Now wouldn't that be nice?' I thought
I got ecstatic and got out of my mind
I ran to the kitchen to get myself a knife
I thought if I lacerate him it would be a delight
"No more you, No more pain,
If I kill you again and again!"
With a little hope growing in my broken heart
I went to him, still clasping my knife
I bashed Daniel as hard as I could
Then blood came gushing out
I splattered on my face
And it spread all over my clothes
Blood was all over me.
I can't explain what I felt
First I felt guilty,
Then I felt sorry
and then felt content
Like a little girl opening a gift
Then she whispered to me again
Congratulating my good deed
and for a job well done
She asked me if it was satisfying
I told her it was, it was satisfying indeed
She pointed at that girl
And told me to kill her too
Slash! And she died
She pointed and pointed
and pointed and pointed
And just as I was told,
I killed everyone and I had never felt that cold
But it was amusing
amusing to see blood
...fear
.....pain
and sorrow from their faces
as I bash them with my pointy knife.
And I was soaking with blood..
so washed myself, cleaned my knife and my clothes,
but I can still smell the stench of blood on my hands
I wondered why I couldn't get it off.
After everyone I know died that night
I felt alone but I wasn't guilty
I heard sirens outside my house after that
they were just checking if I was okay.
They did not stop me because I was a minor
it is because they never really thought
That a perfect, smart, good girl could even hurt a fly.
They said I was just framed because many were jealous of me
I was never put me to jail or any correction facility
They were even sorry because my parents died.
Little did they know that I killed them.
I was the one who put them to their graves.
Of course I will not tell, I don't want to be in a filthy jail.
I acted like it was a grand school play, then I stabbed the policeman.
He died before he could reach his gun.
And I stabbed his dog.
I got angry to the old man, because he tried to cry for help and he wouldn't be quiet
so I made his death special, I took the gun and shot him instead.
Everything went silent
And I started to have these illusions and flashbacks
My head was throbbing because of the voices I hear
Screaming... begging... and crying for mercy... from them people I killed so effortlessly.
And I thought that I was going mad, I still want to kill someone.
I want to kill more!
Then I felt this aching pain on my back.
It was burning my skin.
Blood shot out off my mouth, and there I lay on the ground.
And It was Daniel who shot me.
I thought he was dead.
He told me that he just passed out when I stabbed him on his bed.
I stared at his face. And noticed it was full of disgust.
He said he wished he never knew me.
He told me that he regretted being my friend.
Tears trickled from my face again.
I never ever felt this sad.
I noticed that everything is turning dark.
Then I died.
Daniel lived happily after 'that' incedent.
And no one ever heard, or saw me again.
But they remembered me as a Cold-blooded Murderer.
My spirit was never put to rest.
And maybe if I'm lucky.
I'll be able to kill again.
And I know who it will be..
*the characters in the story are not real, it is made by my imagination*
by: Miki Kaimo
