The teenage girl slowly opened her eyes. She was in a small, filthy room. Empty Spaghettios cans were scattered the floor, and, to her horror, the walls were stained with blood.
"I see you're awake." The girl turned her head to the doorway and saw the person who had spoke. He was tall, skinny, had greasy black hair, and an intelligent look in his eyes.
"Who are you? What do you want?" the girl asked, after discovering that attempting to escape was useless, due to a strait jacket and chains that were wrapped around her feet.
"I want for you to learn some manners," he said.
"Manners?" she asked. "What are you talking ab-"
"YOU KNOW VERY DAMN WELL WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" he shouted. "Yesterday, I decided to visit that piss-poor cafe' I always hear people talking about. I was trying to enjoy my coffee, which was, by the way, quite difficult, when I heard some snickering. I turned around, and I saw you and your friends pointing at me. Laughing at me."
He got down on his knees so that his face was only a few inches away from hers. "Don't you know it's rude to point?" he asked.
"I'm...I'm sorry," she said upon seeing the knife he had pulled out of his pocket.
He laughed. "Why? Because you're staring death in the face? You're not truly sorry, and I know. You see, if you were a GOOD person, you wouldn't have apologized. Do you know why?"
The girl shook her head.
"BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE IRRITATED ME SO FUCKING MUCH IN THE FIRST PLACE!" he shouted as he ripped open the strait jacket with he knife, stabbed her stomach, and slowly slid the knife down, making a large incision, smiling as he heard her screams.
"AM I FUNNY-LOOKING NOW?!?!?" he screamed as he pulled out her intestines and stabbed her heart, thus ending her life. He leaned against the wall and panted, wiping the blood from his face. "I needed that."
He exited the room and began walking up the stairs. "Time for some S'kettios." Killing made him hungry.