Author's Note: I don't know what to tell you. It's a common angst/horror piece, I guess. I'm not much for writing horror (skill wise), but it's always nice to try. Just a warning, there's : slurs, blood, cursing, etc. So yeah.
you just had to be perfect, didn't you?
with your long brown hair and thigh high fucking boots?
you owned those hallways, didn't you?
when andre and cat would smile, passing by but always stopping to chat first.
it started off with the scissors. those beautiful things. they sliced through paper like it was butter.
then it was the blood
it was just so interesting
when you'd cut your finger, you'd watch the crimson liquid pour out slowly
you loved it
those scissors worked magic
so maybe
just maybe
they'd work as well on her
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"jade, jade, jade" you said quietly, walking up to her locker
it was full of scissors
she'd had some practice
"i want you to come to my house today" you whispered
she stared intently
you weren't supposed to be friends
"why" that's all she says
but you keep staring
"because i want you to"
she sighs and closes her locker
"i guess. why the fuck not?"
she wasn't supposed to go
but she did
/
"jesus, vega, your room is actually nice" shitshitshit don't fucking get attached tori
do it.
just do it.
she smiles at you. her fucking white teeth. you go into the drawer. it's there. it always is.
a sigh of relief washes over you
you're going to be it, baby
it's going to be all you
just pick up the fucking scissors
pulling it out, jade's already behind you.
"you scared me" you reply, taking the scissors and making them clear
she doesn't move a muscle
not a fucking muscle
"tori, don't"
she has black hair. but you always knew that. her highlights are fading.
maybe they would look nice dyed red?
"what the fuck are you doing, tori?"
but you don't answer her
but you take the scissors and shove them deep into her stomach, watching the pain move into her face
but the blood is red and it seeps out slowly, staining your carpet
"tori, you okay?" your mom calls
she heard jade scream. you're dead, kid
"we're all alright in here, mom" you smile through the door
slowly running a finger down, the cold blood hits your fingers
she's gone now
/
"beck's not here" andre chokes out, slamming his locker
you look sad
but you're really not
you're happy
she's gone
you're queen
"are you guys okay?" lane asks, as tears stream down cat's face
robbie doesn't cry
but he never cries
"we're all alright, lane" you say, smiling and patting your friends shoulder
it's all okay
she's gone now
/