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It's cold. You can't think, you are in a empty world where you break crimes, crush dreams, and hate all. You can't imagine anything happy thanks to a person you thought you knew.
Then you wake up.
"Morning already? *groan*.."
I stumbled down the stairs this morning in hopes it was a saturday.
But this was more than a average school day. It was more about something particular. I went to school and I saw it. A very particular sight.
It was my friend that always is happy but for today seemed unhappy about something. When I walked up to him he just walked away from me. Something was wrong, incredibly wrong...And then I found out.
After 3 months.
It was august and me and my friend were going to go fishing. He really wanted to not go no matter what, and I tried asking him why he didn't want to, but he never responded and had been looking gloomy. Then I realised his mother was missing for some reason. He must have been sad because she was gone. But this was not the case.
We forced him to the lake to go fishing there. It was a long-ish day and nice outside. The weather seemed nice and cheerful, and the clouds were normal and nice. He was still gloomy (and once tried running away) which made me much more worried. We caught about 6 fish and we got what we thought was a fish, but was horrorfied of what they saw. As my father was reeling in the "fish" we found something. A arm. A human arm. I got scared and ran from the river, and I saw my friend looking caught or found. Then I gasped. My friend was a psychopath.
I kept on going to school with that psyco and tried not to act like a murderer's friend. School was much harder with that creep giving me chills about who he would strike next. It could be me, I mean, he liked his mother, and he could strike me next. It was a cold and obvious fact that I might get killed. I don't like any of this, or him anymore. Now fast foward to a few weeks. I was hosting a party for another lousy school year, and my parents were gone for the night, but since I never invited him, he got angry when I directly said to him he was not invited. Too bad I never said he couldn't invite himself....I still cry a little when I think of the "Party Incident"....
It was friday night and I gathered the small amount of friends who thought I wasn't also psycho. As I started to host the party I had a fair amount of questions about my friend (which I don't consider him as anymore) which were partially strange. I had everything set up and I put on some music with my radio. I made my friends some food and watched some tv. The TV wouldn't connect. "Dang satellite..." I tried to fix it but nothing worked. Then, I heard the door smash open and the horrifying sounds of a chainsaw running. My friends were screaming as the psycho cornered them. I heard sounds of cutting and turned around. Now I can never look back....I got my phone and called 911 as the psycho was coming closer to me. I dropped the phone and he cut it with the chainsaw. I locked myself in the bathroom hoping I would make it from this killer. I heard sirens coming towards my house, and I was relived. He managed to cut through before the police came, and I thought I would not make it. The door was almost cut in half for him to go inside and kill me. Then, I heard the police come in, and luckily he was stopped. I can never talk to my friends again.......
3 weeks later. At least my "friend" wasn't here at school. I wanted to run away and never return. I'm hated because I called the police on my friend. What part of psycopath do they get...anyways, I got a email in the afternoon that day telling me to meet at a secret location in town and to not tell your parent's. At first I rejected that as it was stupid already I had been best friends with a possible serial killer. I thought about it for a couple of hours but then I noticed something. This e-mail was not sent by some stranger, it was my friend's mom. I thought it was his father instead so I met at his house and found something strange. There was a secret basement where his mom had been hiding. I almost fell, but before I could say anything, I passed out.
I woke up out of the basement and his mom explained the entire incident. It turned out what happened was that he was hosting his own party, which he invited people at but never came, or was allowed. Also could not watch tv, or do anything. Not even computers, books, nothing. I couldn't understand why a mere punishment would cause him to go insane. He tried to stab me with a knive and failed, so I set up all of it. I told her about the fishing incident. He thought the fake arms I set up were real. It left the fact his friends were the only real ones murdered. It was a mystery. Where could he strike next? I found out quickly.
A week later (I had to buy a calender for this) school was oddly out for a long time. When we were back another week later, we had a new teacher. I asked where our other teacher went and she replied, she passed away. This was becoming a murder spree, and later I found evidence. I searched for a while after tuesday and saw a river with a body floating in it to their horror. It was the teacher. Later that afternoon I asked my friend's parents about where he went. He said he was going to do something and before we could stop him he ran out with a knive....
It's cold. You can't think, you are in a empty world where you break crimes, crush dreams, and hate all. You can't imagine anything happy thanks to a person you thought you knew.
Then you wake up.
"Morning already? *groan*.."
I stumbled down the stairs this morning in hopes it was a saturday.
But this was more than a average school day. It was more about something particular. I went to school and I saw it. A very particular sight.
It was my friend that always is happy but for today seemed unhappy about something. When I walked up to him he just walked away from me. Something was wrong, incredibly wrong...And then I found out.
After 3 months.
It was august and me and my friend were going to go fishing. He really wanted to not go no matter what, and I tried asking him why he didn't want to, but he never responded and had been looking gloomy. Then I realised his mother was missing for some reason. He must have been sad because she was gone. But this was not the case.
We forced him to the lake to go fishing there. It was a long-ish day and nice outside. The weather seemed nice and cheerful, and the clouds were normal and nice. He was still gloomy (and once tried running away) which made me much more worried. We caught about 6 fish and we got what we thought was a fish, but was horrorfied of what they saw. As my father was reeling in the "fish" we found something. A arm. A human arm. I got scared and ran from the river, and I saw my friend looking caught or found. Then I gasped. My friend was a psychopath.
I kept on going to school with that psyco and tried not to act like a murderer's friend. School was much harder with that creep giving me chills about who he would strike next. It could be me, I mean, he liked his mother, and he could strike me next. It was a cold and obvious fact that I might get killed. I don't like any of this, or him anymore. Now fast foward to a few weeks. I was hosting a party for another lousy school year, and my parents were gone for the night, but since I never invited him, he got angry when I directly said to him he was not invited. Too bad I never said he couldn't invite himself....I still cry a little when I think of the "Party Incident"....
It was friday night and I gathered the small amount of friends who thought I wasn't also psycho. As I started to host the party I had a fair amount of questions about my friend (which I don't consider him as anymore) which were partially strange. I had everything set up and I put on some music with my radio. I made my friends some food and watched some tv. The TV wouldn't connect. "Dang satellite..." I tried to fix it but nothing worked. Then, I heard the door smash open and the horrifying sounds of a chainsaw running. My friends were screaming as the psycho cornered them. I heard sounds of cutting and turned around. Now I can never look back....I got my phone and called 911 as the psycho was coming closer to me. I dropped the phone and he cut it with the chainsaw. I locked myself in the bathroom hoping I would make it from this killer. I heard sirens coming towards my house, and I was relived. He managed to cut through before the police came, and I thought I would not make it. The door was almost cut in half for him to go inside and kill me. Then, I heard the police come in, and luckily he was stopped. I can never talk to my friends again.......
3 weeks later. At least my "friend" wasn't here at school. I wanted to run away and never return. I'm hated because I called the police on my friend. What part of psycopath do they get...anyways, I got a email in the afternoon that day telling me to meet at a secret location in town and to not tell your parent's. At first I rejected that as it was stupid already I had been best friends with a possible serial killer. I thought about it for a couple of hours but then I noticed something. This e-mail was not sent by some stranger, it was my friend's mom. I thought it was his father instead so I met at his house and found something strange. There was a secret basement where his mom had been hiding. I almost fell, but before I could say anything, I passed out.
I woke up out of the basement and his mom explained the entire incident. It turned out what happened was that he was hosting his own party, which he invited people at but never came, or was allowed. Also could not watch tv, or do anything. Not even computers, books, nothing. I couldn't understand why a mere punishment would cause him to go insane. He tried to stab me with a knive and failed, so I set up all of it. I told her about the fishing incident. He thought the fake arms I set up were real. It left the fact his friends were the only real ones murdered. It was a mystery. Where could he strike next? I found out quickly.
A week later (I had to buy a calender for this) school was oddly out for a long time. When we were back another week later, we had a new teacher. I asked where our other teacher went and she replied, she passed away. This was becoming a murder spree, and later I found evidence. I searched for a while after tuesday and saw a river with a body floating in it to their horror. It was the teacher. Later that afternoon I asked my friend's parents about where he went. He said he was going to do something and before we could stop him he ran out with a knive....
