Chapter 1: The Revenge List

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

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There once was a crazed girl named Elizabeth. She was not the prettiest and had wild hair, that could not be settled down by any brush or comb. When she was born, her father (if she could even call him that) wanted nothing to do with her. He left Elizabeth withe her mother who was far too young to handle a child. In result, her mother started to drink, a lot. Unable to even stand up, she treated Elizabeth like a personal slave. It seemed as if her mother never talked, only yelled or hit.For Elizabeth, school was not any better. Kids ignored her, laughed at her, or even say brutal romers about Elizabeth, right infront of her. Surprisingly, these romers were true, at least the ones about her being mad. For you see, the littlest of things drove Elizabeth on the verge of insanity. Such as the clicking of pens, tapping of feet, or even the tiniest of whispers. But the thing that made Elizabeth almost scream, was laughter. Yes, the tenniest of joy made her want to hunt that happiness down and make it never find its way bak up again. This is probably because Elizabeth has never experience true joy. She had never laughed, nor did she ever want to hear anyone else's. She wanted revemge on the people who have ever had joy. She wanted to make people pay, because laughter caused her pain. The happiness reminded Elizabeth of the terrible life she has had. It seemed almost as if, they were laughing at her. Joy from her misery. She needed revenge for you see, since Elizabeth was mad, she needed something to feed that madness. There is only one thing that made Elizabeth almost leap with joy. Death. Not as in the dead rising to a new life. No, no, no. Elizabeth loved to see death because, she wanted to see someone else's sorrow, besides her own. So what would a poor, quiet, young girl going to do with the hunger of death? Well, I already told you that. Revenge. When her mother was out at clubs to, what she claims, 'releave stress' with her boyfriend (which Elizabeth beleived that he was the reason for her mother dissapearing every night). Elizabeth spent that time making a revenge list. You heard me., she would plan out every last detail of her list. She wasn't afraid to ask herself any questions. Elizabeth was smart, she knew that every great killer has a twist. Her's was kind of corny but perfect.She was in the middle of writing on her revnge list, untill she stopped. Am I really going to do this? she asked herself. Do I really have the nerve to cause... death? Elizabeh stopped as a thousand thoughts ran through her mind. This was another thing that drove her mad. She felt a hot tear run down her cheeck. She comanded her thoughts to come to a hault as she crumbled up her month's work. Twelve pages of pur failure. She stopped again. Was she really going to let this go? Confused, Elizabeth put it into her bookbag, still crumpled up. She was now even more confused. Her head spun as the overflowinf thoughts becane crowding her mind. She sat on her bed, thinking whether she was going to actually cause death. She curled up and burried her fae into her knees. She started to cry.


Submitted: April 25, 2012

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