A week for the weak

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this in my honors english class my sophomore year, I knew my english teacher hated blood and murder so I thought it would be a easy read for her. lol I hated that woman.
Well this story is about a teenage girl who grewup with a mother who made her believe mudering someone weaker than you would make you a hero. I do not think this way or believe any of the thoughts presented in this writing to be true. I like to please each type of person and this story is for the few people who likes murder stories. Who you enjoy!

Submitted: June 26, 2011

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  Five years ago if you asked Kati Bride for ten bucks, she would gladly hand over a ten dollar bill. Five years ago if you pushed Kati down two flights of stairs, once she healed she would do nothing to you for revenge. But Kati changed. She changed because she died. Why? The answer is simple: because she’s a push over. You see, my mother told me when someone is weak, they need to die.

I was about seven when my mom started my training. I was holding my first nine millimeter gun in my arms and listening to my mother tells me about her first murder.
“Baby girl, it was AMAZING! I was about seventeen when I killed him, (him being her tenth grade math teacher). He was a very skinny man, with the thick coke bottle glasses and the suspenders; he was a true Steve Urkel. I mean his entire aura screamed murder me! I remember sitting there listening to him mumble his lesson to us. I got so madly frustrated I decided I would mitigate him from his suffering during home-coming. So I asked him for extra help afterschool the day of the game. When we were finally alone, he sat down in front of me shaking like a leaf in the breeze. Ugh!”I laugh for about a good ten minutes, and she sat there and smiled until I was finished then she continued.
“Dear LORD I couldn’t bare it anymore so I took my handheld pencil sharpener and unscrewed the blade from the plastic lid. I knew I had to be quick so I grab his sweaty palm in complete disgust; all the while he was struggling while I was trying to help him! So I ripped the blade across his wrist in a in a quick clean movement. Blood shot out like a fire hydrant does when you unscrew the top off. I looked up to smile at him and tell him that he is free from his suffering. But when I looked up his face was of panic and distress, so I had to act quickly”-I broke in and excitedly finish the story (I heard hundreds of times by then).
“You took his other wrist and ripped your blade across. Then you watch pleased with yourself to see him fall asleep peacefully.” After that story I knew I had to do good also and take the weak out of their misery. Morbid? Yeah, I know. How this world works? Heck Yeah!
When I first saw Kati I knew I wanted to kill her. I knew it would be easy, but the only problem was I couldn’t decide for the life of me whether or not I should make it hurt or should O make it quick. So instead of killing her as soon as I saw her, I befriended her. She walked into Mrs. Cook’s class with that stupid grin on her face and I knew it was time to make my move.
“Oh my gosh Kati hi!” I yell from across the room “Come sit next to me.” I smiled and patted the empty desk beside me. Kati shyly slid down next to me. I had to make her relax, she was freaking me out, and so I turn to her and whispered. “So, are you busy this weekend?” She smiled and lipped NO. With great satisfaction I said.
“Great! So I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me. We can go to any store you want. (That was a mistake!) And then-“
“Linda! Shhh! Another word from either you or Kati and you two will have a date with Dent!” Yelled Mrs. Cook. Of course that goody two shoes burned bright red. Man I couldn’t stand her! Kati and I wrote back and forth the entire class discussing our week-end together. My plan was coming together brilliantly. That week-end we went to Jackson Crossing and the plaza, to check out the Agape. Oh wow! Don’t get me wrong I love the Lord, but really? But if I wanted my plan to work I would have to troop it out.
Kati and I were getting close… I remember she would tell me any and everything. She was so gullible. She told me she could finally be herself around someone other than her family. Whoa! I just realized I was making progress toward my ultimate plan. I am going to have to work fast I am starting to become sympathetic towards this chick.
I knew it was time to make a decision slow and Painful or quick and to the point. I think because I had to suffer so much for that entire weekend I would make her suffer during her death. The plan was flawless, I mean of course it was; my mom helped.
“Now Linda, you must understand once this happens there’s no turning back.” My mother explained.
“Shut up! You sound like a weak petty baby, do you with to join her?” I yelled. Of course she manned up and looked away.
Now choose mother, brown or white rope?”I asked
“White, the blood will stain beautifully.” My mother growled. I threw the white rope, a dull butter knife, four horseshoe stakes, and my CD that contains eight tracks of the Jeepers Creepers theme song, all into my coach backpack. WHAT?!1 I HAD TO MUDER IN STYLE.
Our plan was to invite was to invite her over for dinner get her comfortable, who would want to die hungry? Kati arrived around seven p.m. The door bell rang, mother answered the door.
“Hello Ms. Fortran, I am Kati, Linda’s friend she invited me-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” mother interrupted” to have dinner blah blah blah” Completely mortified Kati gulped. Mother smiled bitter sweetly and walked away laughing. I love her. I walk into the parlor and gave mom a tiny smile.
“Hi Kati! Come on in! What’s wrong you look like you seen a ghost. Come sit down in the dining room.” I swear I know I could have been an actor. Supper was awkward to say the least. Kati tried miserably to make conversation my mom tried successfully to freak Kati out. I was becoming extremely annoyed by Kati, so I knew it was time. I signaled mother to go stand watch at her post ( the parlor window). I slowly grabbed my coach bag pulled out my electrical tape and my rope and dived over the table and jumped on Kati. She screamed and struggled while I hog tied and taped her mouth. I grabbed my butter knife and stabbed her in the guts I told you I would make her suffer. Then I taped my first stake and stabbed Kati in her heart, the stake wouldn’t go down seep enough so in a panic I yelled for mother. She ran in jumped onto the stake and with great satifaction I quickly took my second stake and with all my strength I jammed it into the middle of her face. Kati's body stopped mooving and went limp. I stared at mother and she was proud. I stood overKati and smiled down at her peaceful face. I could see the stress and pain of being a wimop leave, and felt like a hero.
"We need to bury her now."Mother proclaimed. We had a hole in the backyard pre-dug. "Grab a leg."
"Wait mother!" I ran to the CD player and popped in my CD. We cdragged Kati outside and commencedd to filling the hole back up. All the while mother and I sang out loud the song. When we were done, I stood over her grave and said your welc-
"LINDA FORTRAN! Wake up this instead!" Yelled Mrs.Cook. I nearly jumped out oof my skin.
"What! Who! Huh?" I asked
"Get up and leave!" said Mrs.Cook. I grabbed my coach backpack confused and discombobulated. Mrs.Cook handed me my pink slip, and I headed towards the door. Standing at the exit I turn slowly thinking 'no, it can't be true, please tell me it wasn't ah ah ah' and there sat Kati buring bright red. On my way to vide principle Dent's office I had tears in my eyes. Almost hyperventilating I squatted in a corner and cried. I cried for me I cried for me I cried for Kati, I cried just to cry. Feeling completely stupid I wiped away my tears and looked u and there was Kati.
"What do you wa-" I said
"The weak must die," Kati interrupted and stabbedme in my face with a metal horseshoe stake. I am Linda Fortran, I died five years ago. Why did I die? The answer is symple. The weak must die. 


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