Random Short Stories

They call me insane

Pt. 1
I rip out some of my hair and scream. The hair falls to the floor and my sister's face takes on the colour of ash. I can hear the hurried pitter patter of footsteps down the stairs. "What happened?" Mum's face appears at the doorway, brows furrowed weirdly. I start sobbing before bursting into a full blown wail. "M-m-my hair! Sis pulled out my hair!"

My sis looks at me, a wronged expression written across her face. But of course Mum would never believe her, not with her younger child crying so miserably, clutching his head.

"Shannon! Why did you pull Sherman's hair? Look there's a bald spot on him now!"

"I-I didn't!"

"Who taught you how to lie huh? There's only the two of you here. Sherman won't pull his own hair out would he?" I watch as my sister gets slapped and sent to her room.

Well, this is what you get for stealing my candy.

I hate humans. Mum. Dad. Especially sister. She would always bully me when I was weak and helpless in the past. This is her retribution.

Pt. 2
"Yo runt." My back hits the wall with a thud as someone shoves me. I look up to see an ugly face just inches away from mine. "Go away." I calmly say.

"Well I will after you hand me $10."

An extortion. Nice.

"How 'bout I say no?" I stare at him with narrowed eyes.

"If you do, I won't guarantee your safety." As if to prove his point, the big guy slams his fist on the wall beside me.

Mimicking a usual victim, I drop to the floor, stammering. "P-p-pplease don't hurt me..."

"Hahahahaha. Where has all your earlier spunk gone to? Is it here?" With a proud look, he socks me in the stomach. My legs give way and I fall to the floor. "Now gimme the money." He holds out his hand and 'timidly' I pass him every dollar bill I have in my wallet, which was exactly $10. "Thanks. I'll come find you again tomorrow." Satisfied, he walks away, counting the bills in his hand.

I pull out his wallet from my pocket. A bright smile forms as I check the contents. $10 was nothing. The ugly guy has at least $30 in his wallet. Taking every single dollar and the coins, I toss the wallet in nearest trash bin I find.

Well, trying to torture and humiliate someone as smart as I am would definitely come at a higher price, now wouldn't it?

Finding the other victims were easy. All I had to do was a little following. Just like how a snake quietly slithers after its prey.

After the bully had left, I walk out from behind the wall and casually turn my head to spot the frightened child slumped on the floor. My eyes widen in mock shock. "What happened? Are you ok?"

The kid slowly nods then passes out. I carry him to the infirmary. The nurse informs his homeroom teacher. Shortly after the nurse had tended to the kid's wounds, a sporty looking boy suddenly rushes in. "Where is Jan?!" He calls out. I place a finger on my lips and point to the unconscious boy lying on the bed. "Who did this to you?" The sporty looking guy grabs his friend's hand. "Hey. Boy. You brought him here right? Did you see anything?"

"Y-y-yes... I-it was this freckled face t-third year." I 'hesitantly' reveal.

"That guy again..." The boy clenches his hand into a fist.

Perfect.

"I'm s-sorry I couldn't hhelp your friend." I lower my head as if remembering a painful past.

"I-i was too s-scared."

I move aside some of my hair to reveal my bald spot. "He t-tore my hair out bbefore. I-I-I was so scared, I could...only watch."

I watch gleefully as the boy becomes increasingly agitated. "P-please help us." I tearfully plead. He glances at his unconscious friend and at my pitiful frame before nodding.

It was after school. At least 2 hours after the other children had got off. I had arranged to meet the boy near this alley in a plan to visit Jan, who is at home recovering from injuries. I chose this time specifically, knowing that the bully's detention ends at around the same time. As planned, the bully walks out of school and sees me.

"Runt. I didn't see you during break today. Did you purposely hide from me? Huh?" I try to escape but he catches up with me. Not wanting to attract attention, he drags me inside the alley. I shout for help. He forces his hand over my mouth to shut me up. Forcing me up against the wall, he slowly taps his grimy hand on my face. I cringe internally but replace my disgust with a tremble of fear.

"Stop! What are you doing?" I turn to see a figure at the end of the alley. "Are you ok?" I recognise the boy. I weakly nod. "Why are you doing this? You hurt my bestfriend and now you are targeting some other guy too?!"

"That's none of your business." A right hook from the ugly guy causes the boy to stagger back from the impact. The boy tries to retaliate only to fail. He falls flat on his face. The bully proceeds to kick him continuously without mercy. I had 'ran away' and hid in a corner, watching the drama unfold.

Leaving a pile of bricks in the alleyway yesterday was definitely the right choice. In his rage, the boy picks up a brick and flings it to the bully. It was a point blank shot. The bully collapses to the ground. I reckon he isn't going to get away without serious head injuries. Seeing the unmoving body of the bully, the boy's eyes slowly widen in fear. He scrambles up and starts sprinting. I don't give him a chance to escape. Brandishing the knife I had borrowed from Mum's kitchen, I stab him with it.

Blood spurts everywhere. Beautiful, crimson red blood. "...Why..." I hear the boy force out as he falls to the ground in pain. "'Cause it's fun!" I cheerfully reply.

"Any last words?" The boy does not answer. "Oh well." I stab him again and again. For the bully, I do the same. Bathing in the sticky red liquid from humans is a first time experience for me. I must say, I am not disappointed. Taking off my clothes, I wipe myself clean and spray a little deodorant. Then, I stuff the clothing in haversack and set off home with a fresh set of clothes. To be more specific, a hoodie and long pants to hide the smell and scuffle I just had.

Looking at the bright light leading back to the mudane world, I realise that even though I did check for CCTVs, I had forgotten to consider another important thing. What if there were witnesses? Yeah. What if?

I mean, would anyone in the right mind be brave enough to confront a murderous child or like call the cops?

I guess not.

I take one last look at my perfect piece of art. Dusting my hands, I walk out of the alley.

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Author's note:

I like creepy ass stuff. I like scaring myself basically. :)

I did alot of research for this, so enjoy.