What You Need To Know (VIOLENT one shot)

Before we start this story, there are two things I need to tell you:
1) I'm not crazy, no matter what they say.
2) I didnt mean to shoot those kids, I only wanted to kill him.
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Like all the stories I've ever read, this story has a villian and a hero, and after you read this you will know my take on this, but you can come up with your own take on it. But, in the end, can there be two villians?
"You should study these question they will be on the quiz." He whispered in my ear.
HIM!!! If I could, I would kill him! He RUINED ME!!!! Before him, I had an almost-too-perfect life! A romantic boyfriend, a legion of supporting friends, two best friends that I could trust with my life, and two parents that-
Made me do this... Maybe its their fault... But no! Its HIS!!!! I know it!! Theres a reason this happened...
But, like I said I-I'm not crazy.
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Since I've never been one for empathy, lets replace you for me. Your name is now Cora V. Thompson, and you live in Hellsville, or as the insane ones call it, Helensville.
"CORA!! CORA VIRGINIA THOMPSON, GET YOUR BONY ASS DOWN HERE!!"
"Hang on mom!" You screamed back down the stairs. "I'm sorry Collin, g2g" You said into the little phone in your room.
"Mmm'kay. Remember that if you need backup-"
"Send out the bat signal, I kno" You laughed sarcasticly. You put down the phone lightly, not wanting to let go.
But theres a time for everything.
You slowly got up and walked to the edge of the stairs, bracing youself for what lay at the bottom.
step... step... step... step...
"CORA!! ARE YOU SO FAT THAT YOU CANT EVEN WALK THE DOWN THE FREAKIN STAIRS?!"
~just like how you cant keep your legs crossed?~ You though sending mental death waves in your moms direction. You waited for the thud of her waste of fleash dead body to hit the floor with a perfectly brutal thud. But of course since this is real life, and not some fantasy, she didnt. When you finally arrived at the kitchen, she was still alive and and ready to start kickin - you.
I'll spare you the details, but heres the main bullitins.
Mom = mad = hurt Cora
You = helpless
Dad = gone
The square root of moms anger?
Coras grades. A 4.0 is too little it should be an 8.0 for making up for her mistake of getting knocked up with you when she was your age.
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The next day at school, you weren't brooding over the fact that your mom was furious last night. You've come to have that be normal. You hung out with your friends and enjoyed the start of the new trimester.
The LAST trimester. All new teachers. All new schedule. All new kids to get to know you!
His class was the last one on the schedule.
Let me tell you about him. He had the normal, very formal English way of speaking down. You could say anyword and he would know the definition. But even though he sounds smart, he had the air of a creep. His odd little mustache, and thick rimmed glasses. His wierd little smile, and monotone way of talking. His creep... Aura! And thats where I should of asked to be changed to a different class. I had gotten A written on all my tests, and A on all my homework. But then when I checked my grade it was a ...
D?!?!?!
HOW COULD I HAVE A D?!?! IT WAS LOGICALLY... IMPOSSIBLE!!!
"My mom is gonna kill me..." I mumbled.
"Well then you can come in for extra tudoring." He said.
AND THEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE!!
CHECK MATE!
GAME OVER!
HE USED HE TEACHER POWER OVER ME!
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You came in after school and he was the only person in his classroom.
The shades were drawn.
The door locked behind you and when he looked up the little amount of light in the room reflected off his glasses.
He got up.
Walked over to you and-
~
~He stabbed me again and again
With no knife
With no words
It felt like my soul was tearing my body apart
But maybe that was what he was doing to me.
Cold steel desk.
Under my back.
Him
above me.
In the end
there is no god in Hellsville.
There is no help.~
~
I went home that night.
Sick
to
my
Stomach.
Then, a week later, I was sick to my stomach every morning.
My mom stayed out later. I saw her less. She never noticed.
I distanced myself from my friends so they wouldnt notice.
In a fit of rage that I was thrown into when I found out what was wrong with me, was meant to be thrown at my teacher, but was thrown at my boyfriend.
I was alone.
No!
Now I could never be alone!
Want to know why?
WANT TO KNOW WHY I WOULD FOREVER BE STUCK IN HELLSVILLE?!?!
My teacher
HIM
HE HAD GOTTEN ME PREGNANT!! IN MY DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO GET MY GRADES UP, SO I COULD GO TO COLLEGE,
SO I COULD GET OUT OF HELLSVILLE!
HED RUINED ME!!
No... I wasnt going to STAND for this!
He was going to die....
Yes... Yes he was...
I will kill him!
No! Then my kid will be born without a father... But a DECIETFUL MAN LIKE THAT A FATHER?!?!
But otherwise my kid would end up like me...
Like how I ended up like my mom...
Screwed by someone I'd once held some trust. Casting myself into the depths of depression. Throwing away my abundant life before. To BE LIKE MY MOTHER!!!
But wait... Maybe I could still go to college... If my grades were up, I could get out of here and live!
Yes... MY GRADES!! ~They are all I have now~ I thought to myself when I walked to school one monday. I remeber clinging to the idea of great grades, a good scholership... Yes... I knew that would work.
AND HE COULDNT STOP ME!
Into his class I walked. I felt like I was gonna be sick. My mouth was sticky and dry. I went over to the board that held my grades-my future-my ONE LAST HOPE!
That day I realized he not only almost crushed my body, shredded my soul, broke the very SEAMS OF MY EGSISTANCE, he pulverised my last hope into a dust and I could only watch as it blew away in the wind.
The water was rising around my head and there was only one way to stop it.
An eye for an eye.
A life for a life.
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I felt an odd sense of calm when I took the gun out of backpack at school the next week. I had planned it all carefully.
Hollow out a text book. Fit the gun inside.
So simple. So perfect. It was that thought that made me happy. The last thing I would do would be perfect. And NO ONE could ruin it!
I walked into his class. Sat down in my chair. Waited until the bell rang. Waited until the class had settled down. Waited until his back was turned. Then I calmly picked up the textbook and removed the gun. The idiot next to me saw. So I shot him.
The whole world seemed to stop. People screamed and ducked under their desk. A few heros tried to stop me.
As the saying goes, hero to zero, just like that. As for him he was now my hostage. I made him try himself to his desk chair.
Told the kids to stay there and be good. Shot the phone so they couldnt call the police. All was according to plan.
He was scared stiff. I was shaking with happiness. ~I HAVE HIM NOW! HES RESTAINED AND CAN NEVER HURT ME. But now, lets take this "eye for an eye" slowly~
I pushed him down the stairs of the high school to the ground floor. He tumbled better than a slinky. I dragged the chair to the center of the lunchroom and sat him there.
I then took out my cellphone and dialed
9
1
1
Now, you may think I'm crazy, but its PERFECT! Now I will have a witnesses to my fair trade. For what seemed like a life time, we sat there waiting. Occasionally I would scream at him to stay awake. It seemed he would faint with fright!
The sweet laughter I got from this. The pure JOY!
But then the ring of siren and the slam of car doors echoed.
Then Silence.
I noticed the police setting up outside the doors, looking in hesitantly. Like a rat hesitant to take the cheese from the trap. I smiled and stood up.
"Now, dont forget to smile." I said with a smile to end all smiles on my face. I reached for him, and he shrunk from my touch.
"See what it feels like?" I hissed at him. "See what its like to be violated?!?!"
Echoes.
Whimpers.
Silence.
I took a deep breath, and let the oxygen flow through me. I held in the breath and also held the gun to his head.
Exhale from the mouth and from the barrel.
The sweet smell of gun powder and the sweet shock on the polices faces.
The sweet bang and a wave of relief. Sinking to my knees, I knew that the debt had been repayed. I could rest with ease. I could rest forever in peace now.
I held the weopon with both hands. I held it up and brought it close to me. The steel felt cool in my mouth.
Silence, not even breaths.
Then slowly inhale.
Bang.
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