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No One Is Safe
The short story of May the Killer

There was a young girl about 15 years of age. Her name was May. She had light brown hair and bright green eyes. She was always full of life and always talking. She was a small girl that loved to draw and read. She always seemed hyper and she was very unique and outgoing. She was a very kind and loving girl. She had many friends at school. Some might consider her to be popular, but she was never mean to anyone. Everyone believed that she was truly happy and that everything was going right for her. Yet, this wasn't true at all. May was being bullied by a couple of older girls. They would call her horrible names like, "slut", "loser", and "whore". They also enjoyed calling her ugly every chance they got. Now, May already had a pretty low self-esteem because her mother would say some pretty mean things to her when they got into fights. Her mother was divorced and always brought May's father into the arguments saying things like, "You remind me just of your father, you ugly lazy piece of shit." May tried her best to keep on a strong face and ignore what her mother told her but it was very difficult for her. As long as she could remember, May could recall her mother saying pretty horrible things to her. May's friends always tried to tell her that she shouldn't listen to her bitch of a mother but she couldn't stop, especially now that these older girls were telling her the same things. These girls were a year older than May and their names were Melissa and Amber. Not only did these girls call May names but they also would purposefully run into her and elbow her in the hallways. They also began tormenting May's friends. This really upset May because she would do anything to protect her friends. She was getting sick of so many people calling her ugly and saying that she was not good enough. Although May was not an ugly girl, she would look at herself in the mirror and beat herself up, listing every bad thing about her. It wasn't long until May started having thoughts about self-harm and suicide. What made things even worse was when a boy in her grade named Ben said some pretty horrid things about her. May had had quite a bit of a crush on this guy and asked her friend to ask him what he thought of her. What her friend told her made her feel even more alone, worthless, and depressed. Ben had said that he thought May was creepy, weird, shy, unattractive, quiet, boring and stupid. When May's friend asked what was so unattractive about her he said, "What isn't ugly about her." This about drove May to the breaking point. She felt so alone and upset but she didn't want to bother her friends with her measly issues. She turned to listening to loud music, cutting, and drawing alone in her dark room for comfort. She hated leaving her house because she felt that when anyone looked at her they were listing her faults in their heads. Besides the bullies that continued bothering her and hurting her, her mother's verbal and physical abuse grew worse. May's mother had begun to pull May's hair and hit her. May would try to fight back and just end up getting hurt even more. When May wouldn't reply to her mother, her mother would hit her again and scream at her. After their fights May was usually scratched and bruised and in a lot of pain. Eventually May got sick of it and fought back hard. It felt good to cause pain to her mother who was causing her pain. She soon began to think she liked hurting people. At first she didn't want to believe it because it was such a horrible thought. But after she hurt thouse who caused her pain she felt great. She also noticed when people got hurt, even loved ones, she couldn't help but laugh. She thought it was hilariously wonderful. After she realized that she wasn't as sweet as she had once thought, she decided to kill those who had ever caused her pain. She found herself a nice sharp pair of sewing scissors that she would use to kill her enemies. That night she went to her sleeping mother's room and stood by her bedside, watching her carefully. Then she whispered, "No one is safe." and slit her mother's throat. She took the blood of her mother and smeared it on the wall forming the sentence, "No one is safe." She quickly grabbed a small bag of items including her sketch book and pencils and took off into the night. Later that night she continued on to Cece's house to subside her bloodlust. She crept into Amber's room and began to laugh maniacally watching the terror on Amber's face. She walked up to Amber with her scissors in her hands and plunged them into Amber's throat. She then took her scissors and slowly started slicing open Amber's stomach. She looked at her artwork and began to laugh maniacally. May then whispered again, "No one is safe." and she ran off. The next day in the news there were four differnet murder cases. One of the cases was a 50 year old woman laying in bed with a slit throat with the sentence "No one is safe" written in her blood on the wall. The others were three teenagers, two girls and one boy, badly mutilated with their tongues cut out and their stomachs cut open. May's story does not end here. She continues killing dozens of other people almost daily. Only few have survived May's attacks and seen her face. On many accounts she is described as a young, beautiful girl with gleaming green eyes and long beautiful hair, holding a pair of bloodied sewing scissors and wearing a pink hoodie, black jeans, and pink Vans stained with blood.

LaurenlaurenV (talk) 03:21, July 15, 2013 (UTC) LaurenlaurenV