User:Kim Kiss CP

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Journal 1:

I brushed my hair behind my ear as I walked into class. Of course all the girls were crowding around Sammy, he had scored the winning goal in last nights game. He was the best player on the team and was, shockingly to everyone else, my boyfriend. I sat down in my seat beside him and he smiled at me. "Hey Kimmy." He said, ignoring the other girls now. I smiled at him. "Hiya Sammy." I said before taking out my notebook and favorite book, A Midnight Summer's Nightmare. I opened my notebook to a new page and wrote my name down. "Kim Hopewell." The teacher began writing the lesson on the board and I took down notes. When the bell rang Sammy headed off to soccer practice and I headed to my locker. I opened it and put my books up, just in time to be pushed into the locker and have it locked on me. This way why I couldn't trust anyone. They would hurt you. All those stories on the news of killers and rapists, this is how it started, with bullying other kids. I began beating on my locker door over and over again. Finally I heard a little "clink". "Miss. Hopewell, how did you get in there?" My teacher asked. I simply smiled. "I must of tripped on my shoelace." I replied. He nodded and walked away, leaving me alone. I began walking home, I was late. My mother was pacing back and forth in the living room when I got there. "Where have you been?" She nearly screamed at me, I knew she had just been worried though. I explained how I had "tripped" into my locker and she calmed down before grabbing my father and hurrying out the door. I felt my little sister Lee pull on the bottom of my shirt. "Did the mean giwl push you agwen?" She asked sweetly. I nodded, I trusted Lee almost as much as I trusted Sammy, but not quite as much. She smiled softly. "I sowwy Kwem." She said, hugging my legs. I hugged her back before bringing her to the couch and turning on the TV. About five minutes later, my mother opened the door with my father behind her. "You two are home early." I said, my mother just went upstairs. She looked pale. "We... we were sent home because a..." My father looked at Lee. "Corpse in the middle of the road, It was missing both kidneys." "Wats a Cowpse?" Lee asked confused. I stood up and sighed. "Nothing Lee, and that is horrible dad." I looked up at him. "But hey, since you guys are here may I go watch Sammy's soccer practice?" He nodded and turned off the TV, just in case a news report of the dead body would come on. I grabbed my purse and ran out, hurrying to the field. Sammy wasn't there though. I looked around and finally saw him in the parking lot. Starting to walk over I saw a head of brown hair. I stopped immediately. Sammy had his lips pressed firmly against another girl, his hands traveling up her shirt and down her pants. I felt pain in my chest and rage. Tears tried to fall from my eyes but I kept them back, grinding my teeth in anger. The one person I thought I could trust no matter what, I didn't know how to deal with this. I ran home and locked myself in my room. I was crying into my pillow as Lee knocked on the door worried.

Journal 2:

I was angry, hurt, betrayed, in pain, sad, mad, crazy with rage! I couldn't keep it in and I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay. My sister was at school and my parents were at work while I was home, supposedly sick. I bit my lip and took a deep breath as I grabbed the tip of one of my nails with pliers. I counted to three and then ripped it off. Screaming wildly I watched blood pour from my finger. After a second I felt different, this wasn't horrifying, this was amazing. The fact that an emotion could drive a person to do something like this. I ripped off the next one, screaming in pain before watching my blood drip from the tips of my fingers. I smiled a bit and ripped off the next one, and the next one, until all of my nails were laying on my bed in front of me. I smiled as the blood trailed down my hand to my wrist, holding up my hands to see. I ripped open the package of razorblades with my teeth and took them out, laying them side by side and shivering slightly. I could feel myself loosing blood now. I took a razor blade and stabbed in into where my nail should be. The pain was unlike anything I've ever felt before. I could hear screaming that sounded like animal cries, then realized it was me screaming like that. I took a breath and smiled before plunging the next two. Tears rolled down my face and I heard the neighbor, Miss. Tecter, knocking on the front door. "Kimmy are you okay." I heard Miss. Tecter call. "Yes." I screamed down. I looked out the window. "I'm just practicing for a play I'm in, I have to scream in it." After I saw her leave I duck taped my mouth and finished stabbing in the razorblades. I smirked at the increasing amount of blood on my blanket. I took my lighter and burned the tips of my fingers to keep the razorblades in place. I felt cold. I took my favorite book and glued a picture of Lee on the back of the last page, I knew I would never be able to come back when I saw the blood stains on my bed. Packing some clothes and putting on my gloves so no one could see my new nails, I hurried to Sammy's house.

Journal 3:

I saw Sammy lay on his bed, seeing the lipstick stains on his collar made me very mad. I stepped out of the closet and he yelped in surprise. After realizing it was me, Sammy patted the bed beside him. I sat down and kissed his lips, making sure he wouldn't see my nails. I felt him smirk through the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and seemed surprised when I pushed him onto his back. "What are you doing Kim, I thought that you weren't going to..." I cut him off with another kiss and pulled his shirt off him. I felt him trail his hand up my stomach right before I stabbed my nails into his heart. Twisting my hand around I spoke "Do you like having your heart ripped apart, huh Sammy?" I kissed his forehead, leaving a dark red lipstick stain. "Do you like feeling the pain of having your heart ripped up?" He tried to speak but blood came out of his mouth. I licked it up and smiled. "You shouldn't be dishonest Sammy, you shouldn't cheat!" I pushed my nails harder into his heart. His eyes went blank and he stopped breathing. "Sammy?" I asked and felt tears come to my eyes, realizing what I had just done. I shook violently. "Sammy?" I looked at my blood covered hands and took several panicked breathes before shivering. I opened my favorite book and read through a passage, trying to calm down, it didn't work. "Sammy?" I asked again... I felt my heart drop. "I'll never let someone feel this pain again..." I grabbed his pillow, it had little streaks of blood on it. "I'm sorry... I hurt you... I didn't want to..." I hugged the pillow to me and then felt myself go numb. "If I can't trust you then... then..." I took out my book and began writing. "Dear whoever finds this... I am sorry that I have done what I have. I thought I could trust him... I thought that liars and cheaters deserve to die, don't they? He cheated on me... I got angry, but now I'm sad. If I couldn't trust him then I can't trust anyone... Goodbye forever, XKimX"  I took his pillow and held it to my face. I felt myself struggle for air but remained with my face pressed against the pillow. It wasn't long before I had no more air left.