I had begun to feel so uneasy, but in a way that sent chills down my spine. I had a headache, but didn't seem to care much. My entire body felt edgy and constantly in motion, even when it wasn't. I opened the door to my house with what felt like shaky hands and my bloody sweatshirt, and walked up to my room. The blood on my clothes had dried and made my clothes hard. The blood on my skin had dried and turned crusty, making my face feel all scrunched up. I sighed remembering I needed a shower and walked out of my room and into the bathroom. Rachel was following behind me but I stopped her. She pouted.
“I'm taking a shower Rachel. I'm going to be naked.”
“So? You might be hot, I wanna know!”
“YOU want to see ME naked?” I asked skeptically.
“Don't get me wrong, I absolutely hate you, but I'm a little freaked out sill from earlier and need to relieve myself. So get yourself naked and show me what you got.” It took me a second, but I got where she was going.
“I'm not fucking you in the shower! Or anywhere for that matter!” Then a question formed in my head. “Wait, you want to fuck me? Why?”
“One, you are the only guy I can get, unfortunately, and two, because I'm seriously stressed out from a mix of getting off and shock!”
“So go watch a porno or masturbate or something.” I shut the door to a huffing Rachel and took off my clothes. I don't understand that woman. Is she bipolar? Or just messed up? My clothes flopped down to the floor and I adjusted the shower water to hot and hopped in. The water felt nice against my skin. I looked down, and was slightly disappointed to see the dried blood mix with the water and come off of me. It was all coming off. I stopped just standing there and began to wash my body. The sensation I was feeling was slowly calming down and I found my body become more calm. The dizziness was gone now too. My headache was there. But, the pain from earlier was gone, it seemed almost, satisfied. Well what do you know? Guess I found what I wanted to be when I grew up you lazy ass elementary teachers. I'm a friggen murderer and I'm happy about it. I'm doing it to protect what is mine, so it isn't a bad thing. I heard a knock on the door and growled angrily. Dammit Rachel, what now?
“Dylan?” I jumped at the sound of Max's voice. All I could think, was don't come in. Because he was a cop, and even though that bitch deserved it, I was a murderer and had bloody clothes on the floor.
“M-Max?” I stuttered.
“Just wanted to let you know that we are home.” They're home this early? But the note said late tonight. It wasn't that late at all. It couldn't have been passed seven thirty. I stared at the door in shock. I wasn't used to that.
“Alright,” I said as though I were talking to a ghost. This was kind of freaky actually. I heard his footsteps leave and I slumped down. The blood was all gone now. I didn't much care about that anymore though. I turned the shower off and put my clothes in a towel after drying myself off and wrapping one around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom and entered my room. I hid the towel bag of clothes in my closet and looked at my room. I began to unpack.
I put all of my clothes in the dresser neatly and placed my sweaters and pants in the closet. I put all of my books on top of my dresser because that was the only place. I took my mother's journals and placed them all under my bed. She had a lot of them. They were in a cabinet she had, but I don't have a cabinet, so under my bed will have to do for now. I heard a knock on my door and jumped as I hurriedly placed them under my bed. Then I walked over to the door and opened it a little. It was that bastard father of mine.
“Yeah?”
“I can't home-school you like your mother did, so you're going to have to attend public school.” What? No way! What the hell?
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