User:Nicola Darkness

I was an outsider. I was called emo. Attention whore, slut, bitch, fat, ugly, nobody wanted me, that I should just kill myself. I had no friends. Nobody would even come near me. I fit in with people on the internet. They accepted me there. I was beat at home. I was threatened. I was never accepted in my own family. My siblings cared and that was it. I would go to school everyday and await the bullying and abuse. Both mentally and physically. I went to school with bruises and came home with cuts and scrapes. But one day I felt this weird feeling in my chest. It was really strong and something I didn't understand. I felt like it could be from a lack of air or whatever so I took my inhaler with me to school. As usual I got pushed around kicked, punched, slapped, any physical abuse you could think of was done to me. The feeling inside my chest grew stronger and stronger every hour that passed by. By the time it was lunch something snapped. "Oh look. It's the whore Nicola. Who did you fuck today? The coach? The science teacher?" I had a fully sharpened pencil in my hand. I plunged it into her neck. She fell on her knees not know what to do. I jerked it out and made her yelp with pain. I then proceeded to stab her in the neck then in the chest until I couldn't see her breathing by that time I was already laughing maniacally. I quickly ran to to bathroom. I washed my hands and face and stared into the mirror for a minute. I smiled and walked to lunch. I stood in line and sat at my usual lonely table. A few more of my bullies walked over with shit-eating grins on their faces. 'Hehe. This is going to be fun.' I though. "Hey. Nicola. I see your still lonely as ever. I would invite you to our table but, uh, I have rep to with hold." They all laughed. I smiled. 'Have fun now. Because, Hahahahaha, you won't be laughing in a minute.' I was laughing like a maniac again. I could tell they were freaked out. I remembered I had my pocket knife. I took it out and flipped it up. "Are you afraid?" I was walking toward them with an insane smile on my face. But that's what I was now. Insane. They were backing away slowly. "Y-yes." "I can change that for you." I lunged at the leader and plunged my knife through her chest to her heart. She screamed in pain and it gave me satisfaction to hear them suffer. I finished her off and walked to the cafeteria doors that lead outside while everyone was staring at me. I walked out and all the way home. I stepped into my old, creaky wooden house. I first went to the kitchen and grabbed two giant butchers knives. I started up the stairs to where my parents were talking. I reached their door way and stood there, covered in blood, holding two butchers knives. They turned and look with fear in their eyes. My "mother" spoke first. "Nicola, Sweetie, what are you doing?" My "father" sat in fear, un able to say anything. I said the exact line I said to my bullies. "Are you afraid?" They only nodded. "I can change that for you." I ran towards them and stabbed my mom in the stomach and my dad in the neck. The thick warm liquid felt wonderful on my face. I jumped out of the window two stories up and ran to the woods a mile from my house. I cleaned the blood off my knives before sticking them in my boots. I walked for about another two miles before finally stopping and passing out. I woke up and felt at home. Surrounded by people that soon became my family. I found the place where I belonged.