User:Emma's Gone

My parents told me that I've been a girly-girl since I was very young. I wouldn't wear anything that didn't have bright colors, dolls were the only things I would play with and I, of course, wanted a unicorn more than anything in this world.

The only thing that was keeping me from being as confident as the other girls like was me, was that they were beautiful. Flawless. Gorgeous. And I was deformed. My eyes were too far apart from each other, and my huge nose was so far up my face, it almost looked like it was about to go to my forehead. I have a big mouth, but my lips are huge, they look like they were stung by many bees. And my ears pop out of my head pretty much. Long story short, I look like a monkey.

The kids at school would call me 'Gorilla Girl'. Everytime I would pass by one of the bullies calling me this name they would jump around and make noises, just like a monkey would. I had one friend though, his name was Montana. Montana had large, jade green eyes, and an adorable little nose that would twitch a lot, just like a bunnies. And he did something, like a concerned smirk instead of a smile. He had soft blonde hair, that he would let me put in a ponytail on top of his head.

Whenever he saw the kids making fun of me, he wouldn't say anything to them. All he would do was walk really fast to me, grab my hand and keep on walking until we got to the gym.

"You okay, Dillon?" He would ask me. I would laugh and nod my head. The only reason I laughed was because I thought it was sweet how he would help me.

That's how we became friends in the first place. When I was in third grade, some kids were pushing me and throwing things at me during recess, Montana was playing baseball with some of his friends and as he was about to pitch the ball he saw the kids. He stopped in the middle of his game and ran to me, he beat up the kids that were being mean. I was crying and looking down at my sneakers. He hugged me, and escorted me to the nurse.

"Why'd ya do it?" I asked, he looked at me and did his smirk.

"I've always hated bullies," he chuckled, "and besides, I wanted to talk about our club." I gave him a puzzled look.

"Our club? What club?" He laughed at me liked this was something that I've been my entire life.

"Ya know, the KWKNK?" I giggled at him.

"The what?"

"The 'Kids With Kool Names Club'. I nodded and pretended I knew what he was talking about. He took a pen out of his pocket and drew the letter 'D' on my hand, then drew the letter 'M' on his hand.

"Our clubs logo will be the letters of our first names." When we got to the nurses office, he gave me another quick hug and waved me goodbye.

"Sit by me at lunch, okay?" I smiled and nodded, then he went back to the playground.

I didn't have a crush on him because I knew not to get attactched to someone like that. This was because I knew my chances of ever getting a boyfriend of getting married were slim, so I didn't want to get my heart broken.

(Back to reality)

Me and Monty (Montana) stayed in the gym a little longer, until the bell rang and it was time to go home. It was Wednesday, so I always stayed after to school to go to choir, which was held in the life science room.

Even though most people didn't believe it, I was very good at singing. Alicia Keys has always been my inspiration, especially when I was younger.

When I walked into the classroom, I was greeted by glares and people whispering amongst each other (probably about me), and the teacher, Mr. George, giving me a sympathetic smile. After I sat down in seat in the back of the class with the other altos, Mr. George clapped his hands telling everyone to be quiet.

"Before we start today, I want us to do our warmups." The warmups are mostly doing scales and singing in groups.

During the warmups one of the girls sitting next to me used to kick me, so that I could trip and fall into the boy next to me, he wasn't very cute or very popular, but because I would constantly fall into him he was convinced I had a crush on him. That sure as hell wasnt true.

Mr. George clapped again and told us that we were going to be working on one of the songs we were singing, it was a song from the musical, 'Newsies', called 'Santa Fe'. The beginning was going to be a solo. And I had enough confidence to know I was going to get it.

"Who would like to try for the part?" Mr. George asked. Two girls named Alice and Reagan raised their hands, and three boys named Connor, Avery and Julius. I raised my hand to, everyone snickered, all I did was roll my eyes.

Avery was the first to go up, choir was a class you didn't have to try out for, and because of this, there were a lot of kids there that couldn't sing. Avery was one of them, he sang on a note that I didn't even know existed and too loud. I knew he wouldn't get the part, but he looked like he was enjoying himself, I respected him for that. Next was Alice. She was okay, but she could barley reach the low parts, I could tell she knew she didn't get it by the way she covered her face and ran back to her seat. It went on and on. Julius was the only one who did really good, but I knew I could sing better than him.

I Walked up to the microphone, the moment I got there kids started whispering threats in my ear and telling me I was gonna do terrible. Some were laughing at me some would just whisper to me and others would throw paper balls and things like that at me. Mr. George tried to get them to stop, but he was never really good at being authoritive. The whispers got louder.

"You're gonna do terrible."

"Gorilla Girl, get off the stage now before I hurt ya."

Paper being thrown at me. Laughs getting louder. Soon everyone was screaming and Mr. George was screaming to get them to stop.

"Go kill yourself you stupid bitch!"

"No one likes you, freak show!"

Laugh getting louder and louder. More paper balls. I covered my ears and closed my eyes.

"Stop." I whispered. Covering my ears didn't help, the yelling and laughing just got louder and louder.

"Stop it." I said a little bit more loud. It didn't help. I couldn't take it anymore. All the years of bullying I got for being different. I never did anything to those fucks. I never touched them. I tried never to talk to them. But still, I get all this bullshit.

"STOP IT NOW!" I screamed everyone was silent, except me, "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" I screamed. I started sobbing. I uncovered my ears and sat down, "stop it stop it stop it." I whispered. My crying became quieter, but it wouldn't stop.

After about twenty minutes I calmed and opened my eyes. All the kids were still here, staring at me with amazing fear in their eyes. Even Mr. George. I loved it. I loved seeing them tremble at the sight of me. I was so happy, I couldn't help but laugh. This wasn't my usual bubbly laugh. This one I liked better. It was louder and more deep. It the kids even more afraid of me. I walked over to seat and looked at the girl who was always tripping me. I smiled at her and tears welled up in her eyes. I kicked her foot hard enough to make the tears come out, and I grabbed my backpack.

I Walked out of that classroom, feeling the happiest I had ever felt. I wanted to see everyone give me the same fear in their eyes, not just the bullies, but everyone. I wanted them to not look at me with disgust, but with fear I might hurt them. I wanted to hear the laugh again. I promised myself I would.

It was about 7:30 when I got home, which meant my parents were still at work, they didn't get off until 10:00. I went into my dads work shack, and grabbed one of his power drills and hammers, then put them in my backpack. I ate some leftover lasagna for dinner then went to bed. I knew tomorrow was going to be amazing.

That day I didn't eat breakfast. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and was out the door. I didn't even bother brushing my red, curly hair.

When I got to my school, I saw some kids from choir yesterday. They still looked afraid. It was amazing.

I Walked in through the double doors, where Montana greeted me with a pat on my back. I wasn't going to hurt him. I went through a normal day. Usual teasing, but not as much because the choir people didn't want to get near me. It wasn't until the end of the day. Ten more minutes until it was time to leave. I told the teacher I was going to the bathroom, but instead went to the control room. I walked in and a teacher named Ms. Fribus told me to go back to class. I gave her a sadistic smile and pushed her to the ground. I turned her on her side and drilled into her skull. The sound that escaped her lips was amazing. It was fear. The sound of fear. It was beautiful.

I locked the doors usual controls from the room, and then went on the loudspeaker.

"Attention everyone," I started. I laughed into the microphone. I loved the laugh, "this is Gorilla Girl speaking. In case you're wondering what's going on, I'm going to tell you. This is the end. Everyone in this school will be dead by tonight.

I heard screams from the class next to me, and the door lock, what they didn't know. I had all the keys to all the classrooms in the entire school.

"Nothing you can do, can stop me. No cop. No FBI. No one. Wanna know why this is all happening?" It's everyone here's fault. You all should've left me the fuck alone!" I disconnected, and heard screams coming from everywhere. Amazing.

I went to the first room. Math. I stomped outside just to hear them try not to scream. I tried every key on the keychain. Until I found the one that matched the lock. I unlocked it, and after that I heard screams and cries coming from the girls in the classrooms. The boys threw scissors, chairs and whatever they could find to try and stop me. I had my drill in hand and used it on the teacher. Kids flew out of the classroom to the front and back doors. They didn't know they were locked. It was one of the most pathetic things I had ever seen. Perfect.

I unlocked all the classroom door and watched kids fly our of them. I hammered some people in the head, other I drilled a hole into their face. I saw Montana trying to find somewhere to hide. I ran up to him and tried to give him a hug, but all he did was push me to the ground and run away. I ran after him, promising his safety, but he wouldn't listen.

Soon he got to a dead end and I had him cornered.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He cried, "you're a monster!" He fell to the ground and started crying. I looked at my dress. It was once a sherbet orange color, but now you couldn't see it over the dark red color staining it.

"I would never hurt you." I stroked some hair out of his face, but he slapped my hand away, "Montana. I love you. You're my best friend." All around me I heard screams and the sounds of cop cars. It was getting old, I didn't want everyone to be afraid of me now.

Montana was crying into his hands, large sobs. It broke my heart.

"Please, go away. I hate you, Dillon. You're a monster now, you're killing people. Wanna know what kind of people do things like that?" I dropped the drill and hammer and shook my head. I didn't.

He spit in my face. "Freaks do!"

"Come out of the building now, before we forcibly have to remove you." A cop yelled from his microphone.

I got angry. Nobody was gonna like me or respect me. And if the only way to get people to leave me alone, was for them to be afraid of me. Then they would fear me. And I would do anything possible to make that happen.

I picked up the hammer and hit Montana in the head with it until he no longer had a face. I cried, but I needed people to fear me.

I killed everyone in the school. The cops were outside banging on the doors, trying to break them down. And the sound of screams and cries was no longer there. Except for mine.

I looked around at all the blood and guts filling the hallways, and in a distance I saw a man. He was pale as snow, had no face and was wearing a black suit. I blinked my eyes and then he was gone.

I never thought I would find love. But I did. It wasn't a person, or an animal. It was murder.

Im going to kill everyone I can. And one day, I will be considered a god. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my now, red dress, grabbed my hammer and drill, and walked to the door with the cops surrounding it. I looked down and smiled my sadistic smile and laughed my favorite laugh.

"I'll kill as many people as it takes." I whispered to myself, "I will be feared by all."