Chapter 1: Mind of an Unstable Loner

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

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(This is a relaucnh novel. This novel is in fact a few years old and has been previously posted with many reviews. But has been edited over to fill any holes and make it longer, be sure to like it if you love it!)




“Ahahahaha! Ahahah!”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack!


I couldn’t stop laughing! Hit after hit and he just kept going down and screaming in pain. It served him right for being so damn annoying! So imperfect! I stared at my Science teacher cowering on the ground before me. His nose was leaking blood over the tape that covered his mouth. “AHHAHhaha AHHA AHAhaa!”


I struck his broken legs hard enough to make my bat break in two. He screamed passed the tape and jerked his body over. He was whimpering, his body twitching as he tried to stay still so he wouldn’t move his broken arms and legs. I stepped on his back with one foot then grinded his arm into the dirt floor with my free foot. He howled in pain and jerked his body trying to get his arm free.

I sneered at him. How pathetic! He’s so pathetic! Keep making those sounds of agony you pathetic humanoid! I am your goddess and you will die! I stomped on his arm before jumping off his back. He tried to speak behind the tape as his tears turned the dirt into mud under his face. I scoffed at him. I grabbed his broken feet and dragged him towards the rectangular hole in the ground of my basement. I found it to be the perfect place to store the bodies of Imperfects I kill.

He looked at the hole and cried harder, trying as hard as he could to remove the tape by moving his mouth. I laughed at him before kicking him into the hole. He screamed out in pain. I laughed at him as I took the filled bucket of liquid cement and dumped it into the hole. I watched him squirm as the cement covered over his body. He lifted his head in an attempt to keep his nose out of the cement but it just kept filling up the hole, slowly rising over his nose. That’s when the panic struck in his eyes! How grand! I laughed and laughed and laughed as he squirmed in the cement as it slowly filled the hole entirely, smoothing out at the top. There was slight movement in the cement, the panicking movement of a dying man. I smiled to my eyes as I watched until the movement ceased. I looked at the floor, another hole secured in my floor. Half of my floor was now cement instead of dirt. Soon I’ll have to find somewhere else to bury bodies.

I walked over to the old wooden stairs and walked up them to my room closet. The basement door was a trap door in my closet. My foster family remodeled my family home, my room conveniently got the basement door. At first it was a nuisance but when I found this specific purpose for it I was happy to have such an inconvenience.  I took my clothes off, putting them in the hamper beside my dresser. After I was completely naked I pulled the white quilt down and got into bed for a good night’s sleep.

“Kerin!” My eyes snapped open at the mention of my name coming from a howling train wreck. “Wake up sweetie!” Then my Foster Mother knocked on my door a couple times. I set my jaw and jerked the covers off of me.

“Go away you disgusting female!” I shouted at her. I looked over at my alarm clock, she never fails to wake me up minutes before the damn thing goes off. I turned it off before it could sound the alarm and made my bed, tucking in the excess blanket under the mattress. When I was satisfied my bed was in perfect condition I went to my dresser and pulled out some basic and simple darkly colored clothes. I walked to the bathroom across the upstairs hall and started fixing my long black hair. I turned the hot water tap on, waiting for the water to heat up then splashed my pale skin with some hot water to soothe out the tightness in my facial muscles around my green eyes and pale lips.

“Hurry up in there!” Matt shouted through the bathroom door and pounded on it with his meaty fists. That was my Foster Brother. My Foster Parents biological son. He was annoying as hell, the worst out of all of them. The pathetic adults would leave me alone but him… That brat would antagonize me whenever he could. Purposefully annoying me with his annoying voice. He wouldn’t bother being quiet at night or in the morning if I was asleep and he was up. I would be woken up countless times because of that buffoon. I turned the water off with a growl and opened the door with fury. I snarled at him and shoved him out of the way, returning to my room to grab my school bag and head down stairs and start my first day as a Senior in High School.

As I walked down stairs I saw the eighties style dolled up female with her tuxedo prince at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. They had smiles on their faces, encouragement. These pathetic people still tried to get on my good side. One day soon I will stain those color caked bodies with the red of their blood. We’ll play the game, and I’ll win!

“We need to speak with you dear,” My Foster Mother said with such sweet quiet voice. Made me want to throw up. I glared at her as I passed them on the steps. I leaned on the wall by the door, crossing my arms and staring holes into their eyes.

“What?” I snapped after they remained quiet for more than two seconds. My Foster Mother came up to me and grabbed my hands, smiling at me with those red lips. It looks like she put enough lipstick on that she was making a mold of her lips. I sneered at her and pulled my hands away.

“We know the last therapist didn’t work out so well-”

“Oh you mean the fucking idiot who tried to beat me to get his jollies off?” I asked with a laugh. That annoying man thought he was better than me. A mistake that almost cost him his life if it weren’t for my Foster Mother coming in when I broke the lamp. She looked down, clearing her throat and lifting her eyelids slightly.

“Well, yes. But we still think it would be a good idea for you to see a Therapist, so we’ve called in a good man. He’s got great reviews. His name is Dr. Allen and he’ll be here after school.” I rolled my eyes as I reached behind me to open the door and turned around as I walked out.

“Wow you’ve proven yourself to be exceptionally more stupid than I thought,” I said as I closed the door and headed to school. I could hear the brat behind the door yelling at me not to talk to his parents that way. I just laughed and hugged my backpack closer to me. I didn’t need pathetic losers like that.

As I walked through the crowd of people in the courtyard in front of the school’s main doors I got looks from my classmates and the under-classmen. They thought I was weird, they thought I was different. They used to pick on me to make their pathetic lives joyful but it ended the day it started when I beat the crap out of the first person who tried to physically bully me. It was a constant threat every year and every year I had to reevaluate myself. This year had the possibility to be different, me being a Senior. But it was doubtful. These Imperfect beasts thought they ran the place, something I had to correct. Something I will correct. I will challenge them all to play the game with me. I will win. Because only Perfects can win. They’ll all die! I broke out in a smirk as I headed into the school and towards what would be my first class.

The hallway was surprisingly quiet, with one or two people present. It’s a huge difference from the under classmen hallways. They were crowded with annoying brats in the middle of the path. The other Seniors were probably all outside or in the Cafeteria eating the disgusting breakfast the school thought was appealing. Just as well, it was better to not be surrounded by such idiocy so early in the morning, well, more than I already have been.

I walked to my first class door hoping to go in and relax at my desk but of course the teacher wasn’t here yet so the door was locked. I groaned and rested my head on the glass window of the door. Of course. Then the dreaded noise came. The one that was horrifying to anyone’s ears. Right above me was the bell and it wrung loud into my ears. I could feel it vibrate my eardrums like someone was scratching a chalkboard. I clasped my hands over my ears and sunk down to the floor, my left ear was more sensitive than my right ear which made it impossible for me to listen to such a screeching sound without the threat of going deaf. I gritted my teeth in disgust as the sound finally waved over. Perfect! Another annoying day! When will it cease?

“Hey like are you okay?” I heard a preppy high pitched voice say. It sounded like she was holding her nose when she spoke. I turned around with a glare.

“What do you want?” I snapped at her. How dare she think she can speak to me. Imperfects should bow down to their Goddess. Now that I looked at this girl who wreaked of perfume she looked familiar. I snarled as I tried to remember but I couldn’t think of anything. Then her brown eyes widened and she jumped in glee, her tanned boobs nearly falling out of her blouse as the bounced braless. I gagged at the sight.

“Kerin no way, no way!” She screeched happily. I groaned in annoyance. Great she knew me. Wonderful. Go away. I turned around and tried to ignore her but then she grabbed my arm, spun me around, and forced me to her chest in a tight hug as she bounced. Her boobs rubbing against my face. I gagged, oh my god it’s touching me!

“Would you stop it?!” I shouted and pushed her away, breathing in the fresh air to clean out the boob sweat my lungs were filled with.

“Oh I’m sorry I’m just sooo excited!” She squealed again. “Oh Kerin it’ll be just like back in Elementary we’ll be best friends!” Elementary? I scrunched my eyebrows together as I thought of my classmates back then. Actually, there was an annoying whore in my Elementary. She had darker hair but the excitement level was overwhelmingly similar.

“Cathy?” I asked, testing the name. Then she nodded her head, her earrings dangling all over the place as she smiled a toothy grin.

“We’ll be the best of friends, just like back then!” I thought back, friend? I didn’t have friends. I remember her following me around all the time like a lost dog. She grabbed me again and swung me around. Other students were showing up for the class. They were staring at us, smiling, as if this was something amusing to them or a soap opera they could watch. “We’ll totally hang out at lunch and after school and we’ll do each other’s makeup! Oh Kerin you really need a makeover by the by. You haven’t changed at all! O. M. G. Kerin we could totally talk about boys together! Oh my god I always used to think you were a lesbian but I don’t think you are now but if you are I’m totally cool with it-” Are you fucking kidding me?! She kept swinging me around and shoving me close to her and then jumping and spouting such useless nonsense! The last time we saw each other was six years ago! SIX YEARS AGO! I’ve had it with this girl! Like I would be friends with such an annoying prat! Such an Imperfect dares to do this to me? I pushed her away and glared angrily at her, my hair all over the place. The teacher finally came and was unlocking the door but I paid him no attention.

“Shut the hell up you annoying humanoid!” I shouted angrily. My voice echoed above the chatter of students entering their classes. It caused a silence in the hallway. The kids in my class looked around at each other and the teacher stood there in shock. Cathy was staring at me with her mouth parted open, her eyes were tinting in red. Was she going to cry? Don’t be such a baby you annoying prat. A single tear ran down her face and she turned and ran away, god knows where and I didn’t care. A couple other girls went after her. Good, the more that leave me alone the better. I fixed my hair, moving the strands out of my face and entered the class with students awkwardly silent behind me. 

Submitted: February 25, 2015

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have faith in purple

Wonderful story so far, I absolutely love the idea of it kmu?

Thu, February 26th, 2015 4:31pm


Absolutely! This was a favorite among my fans a long time ago but ever since it's completion it just didn't feel finished. This chapter was actually a lot shorter at first, but I've revised it and edited it with the help of a friend and now it is much better. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Thu, February 26th, 2015 8:44am


wow, this was great, i was pretty fearful while reading this, but i always enjoy reading about the mentally unstable ^w^

Sun, March 1st, 2015 7:17pm


Lol you are not the first to tell me that! It is actually good to hear something like that! I would hope that you continue to read as I post the rest of the story, your review would be most welcome!

Sun, March 1st, 2015 11:28am


I'm excited to read the rest, i cant wait to see the outcome of Kerin's life!

Sun, March 1st, 2015 7:31pm


I hope you enjoy it! She is one of my favorite psychos that I've ever written!

Sun, March 1st, 2015 11:34am


You can tell that she's unhappy. I will admit I was confused to weather the character was male or female (Figured it out now(:). One wrong thing as she's gonna burst. I was on edge just wondering when she met Cathy if that was going to set her off. I would feel my heart race haha. I wonder why she is the way she is though. Probably answered later haha. Great first chapter and I will definitely read more. Can't wait to see if she finally goes on step too far and lands herself in a whole lot of trouble. Thanks for request, enjoyed reading this :D ~Chloe x

Wed, June 10th, 2015 9:04pm


Thank you! I did consider changing the gender when I rewrote this but it simply didn't fit well with the rest of this story. All secrets will be revealed in due time mate

Wed, June 10th, 2015 2:26pm

Adrian Hunt

You do a great job of internalising the character's contempt for pretty much everything and everyone around her. I too made the assumption that the character was male, but that says far more about the way we relate certain acts with gender. You do get a feeling of an impending explosion of temper kept barely under control as the character battles with normal activities. All in all, pretty well written and a very captivating concept. Good work!

Wed, June 17th, 2015 8:45pm


Thanks I'm just editing over to fix the holes and so on of this story. I kind of say her name in the first chapter, Kerin is a girl's name. So I don't really understand that.

Thu, June 18th, 2015 8:59am

Adrian Hunt

Just not a name I've ever heard before, so it didn't twig!

Thu, June 18th, 2015 7:08pm


It was a popular name back when I was a freshman in High School when I wrote this

Thu, June 18th, 2015 2:39pm


Ahaha, this bring-eth memories! Strangely fond and yet still terrified memories. A killing before bedtime, classic Kerin. Its fascinating to see the changes you've made, and how it positively affects the story telling. Sorry for my disappearing act, but, uh, life, dragons, mayhem? Looking forward to revisiting Kerin filled memories! *Applause*

Sun, July 26th, 2015 4:36am


Sorry! I've been so busy lol but I have done some pretty good edits of this I think

Mon, August 17th, 2015 9:26pm

B I Smith

The toughest job for a writer is to create characters like this. Kerin is such a complex character and I think that so much is going to happen to her throughout this novel and I am definitely up for it. Your talent is amazing. Well-structured, sincere dialogues that come from every character's nature and personality and by no means seems fake. Astonishing.... I had to put an "I Like It".

P.S. I loved that sentence "Even the evil needs a hug" :)

Thu, November 12th, 2015 1:05pm


I don't remember that line, I may have to reread this, I haven't written it in a while due to the fact a new story has been pressuring me these last couple weeks. Thanks, she used to be a lot crazier but I went through and rewrote the chapters. This book is finished and was published on here as finished but I took it down to rewrite it, fill the holes and gaps.

Fri, November 13th, 2015 4:02pm

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