The day had finnaly come. Now someone will feel the pain I felt so many times when I was younger. Now someone will see the blood I seen, all the times I cut my wrist, trying just to hide the pain inside of me burning. Now is the time.
I placed my knife gently inside it's cover and hid it on my spine. The gun gently conceiled on my thigh. I walked alone down the road, in the pouring rain. Around the the giant oak tree and to the right. That tree... the one they pushed me out of, and never got me help. My right eye, almost usless.
I walked down the isle, suprised murmurs arose from the crowd. The bride looked just as suprised, even disgusted. The groom, my high school crush, looked worried. "Why are you here?" they asked. I pulled out my knife and touched the side, savoring the tought of blood. Swiftly, I lunged the knife into the brides maid. She screamed and it sent shivers down my spine.
"No!!! Please stop please!" they all screamed.
I shot everyone in the back. I loved watching them try to flee and die from the blood loss. Screaming grew louder, then grew silent other then the weeping of the bride.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"Of course you don't remember me. How about this, meet me in hell when you get there. And tell me how the pain feels."
Silence never sounded so beautiful.
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Book / Romance
Short Story / Horror
Short Story / True Confessions
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