I walked up to the counter, but no one was there. As a matter of fact, no one was on this floor at all. I walked into her office, not even bothering to knock. I really didn't care. She looked up at me. I found myself really hating her.
“That is her? Holy hell, she is so ugly!” I ignored her, as she only added to my hate.
“Hey there kiddo, what can I do for you?” I looked around and saw no plastic bag, yeah I was going to do what Rachel suggested, sue me. Great, now what?
“I was wondering if we could go for a walk?” I'll just kill her in an alley or something. I'll think of something.
“Sorry, I can't. Could you do me a favor though?” No.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Could you ask your friend if he likes me?” I think I heard a snapping noise. My body froze and my lips curled up into a smile. A flat and very wide smile. Very little of my teeth were showing and I swear the corners of my mouth were up at my temples. My left eye twitched a little. I think I've finally had it. I mean, I knew she liked him and all, and I knew other people did. But feeling like this every time you hear someone else say they love Justin or something that goes in hand with it, it hurts. I'm sick of everyone thinking that he is theirs. Justin is mine you bitches!
“You know what?” I turned around with and she gasped. Apparently I had a creepy face on.
“are you alright Dylan?” I walked up to her and grabbed a pen off of her desk. I played with it in my hands and sat on her desk.
“Of course I'm fine, I'd just appreciate it if you stood up. There seems to be a bug under your seat.” She immediately freaked out and jumped up. She looked down at her seat. She was so stupid. I rushed at her and pushed her back to the wall and slammed the pen really hard into her heart area. She looked shocked and moaned out. I plucked the pen out and stabbed her again, this time in the neck. I plucked the pen out and stabbed her neck again. She fell to the floor as blood splatted out of her neck and poured out of her chest wound. She made such weird and disgusting sounds. I watched her eyes, with a great delight, as she died. I was so happy that I started laughing and then I kept stabbing her and stabbing her. Over and over again. Blood had started to cover me and even went into my mouth and nose, but I didn't care. I was enjoying this moment. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up at Rachel. She gasped. I knew why, my eyes were wide and my smile was so big. I probably had the creepiest face on. She seemed scared. I've never seen her scared before. Well, once, when we first officially met. She looked at me like I was going to hurt her. What a bratt...
“She's dead Dylan. You can stop stabbing her.”
Was she nuts? Stop? This bitch deserved it. I laughed at her, I laughed so bad I almost peed my pants. I was so happy. I turned my face away and continued my stabbing. I was on her chest again. I had almost stabbed her neck off. It looked like a horrible mess of goulash or spaghetti on the front of her neck. It was kind of cool and made me want to make her entire body look like that. Blood was coming out like water, then stopped after a minute. I looked at her face and saw her eyes. She used those to look at Justin. Out of anger, I took the pen and stabbed her eyes.
“You can't look at him now! I won't allow it! You awful weirdo freak! You actually thought you could take him from me?” I felt Rachel's arms wrap around me. What the hell? Get off of me!
“Stop Dylan.” I stopped, with the pen lodged in her right eye socket. My smile was gone and it was now a frown. My face was normal and straight in a way that seemed wrong.
“You wanted me to kill her. It looked like you were even getting off on the thought of it.”
“Killing her and being like this is different.”
“And why do you care what I do to this bitch? She deserves it. If you can't handle it, then go.”
“I care because I don't want you to lose focus of your goal. You've become quite the little psycho.”
“Like I'd ever, now get off you whore.” She got off of me and I stood up. I was almost out the door when Rachel stopped me. “What?”
“You're going to leave so much evidence behind? Get that water cooler and dump it on her you fucking retard.”
She made a good point. With a great feeling, I struggled to get the water cooler off. Everything felt dizzy, but so amazing that the dizziness didn't matter. I dumped the water cooler all over the bitches body and around it. The floor got soaked in water. I was disappointed to see the blood mix with the water and soak into the floor. I slammed the jug down on her destroyed body and put the pen in my pocket. Then without a care in the world I walked out of her office and out of the cafe. No one was there still. I walked towards my truck and realized I was covered in blood. I looked around in the backseat for anything and saw a sweatshirt. Weird, I thought I cleaned my truck out, did I? Eh, I don't care. I grabbed my sweatshirt, wiped my hands on it and wiped my door handle, and sat it down on the seat so I wouldn't get blood on it and I rode home.