I Want to See You Dead
Sam Chapman
The one thing I always wanted was to be loved. Or a least that what I thought I wanted. I began by killing the people on the list they gave me. At first I hated the sight of a dead body, but with time I learned to love the look of decay and demise. I slowly became the princess of the hit. I was feared and respected by everyone who saw me. When I became of age I was sent to college. I felt betrayed; I never wanted to be around people unless they were dead and grabbling under my feet and begging for mercy. I went only because they made me. This is what happened to me.
The campus was bright, friendly and inviting. It made me sick to my stomach wanted to kill. I cringed at the people who walked past me with smiles on their faces. I didn't hate them I just didn't care for them. I felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I reached for it and saw what I wanted. I hit in the school. a professor who was not what he seemed. This was becoming a good experience for me. I could feel my self smiling. I could test the kill with every fiber of my being. I was ready.
"Excuse me." I said as I ran into a boy with long black hair and icy blue eyes. He looked so grin and alone.
"No big deal." He almost seems to whisper as he spoke. He walked away throwing his hood over his thick black hair.
Thank you for reading chapter one of this slowly moving saga. Comment ask question flames if you want just want to hear from you.
Until next time.