Chapter
I
"I'm Suicidal"
My name is Lock Deville. Though, everyone now calls me Lock the Devil. I often reminisce about my earlier childhood (Heck, I'm only 9 now) and the day that changed my life forever. Back when I was seven, I lived in a boarding school for orphans called "the Happy Camper Orphanage". Trust me, that place was anything but happy. They fed us stuff that looked like shit and the water was brown. This is where my story begins.
My parents were brutally murdered when was five and I had nowhere else to go. Their screams haunt me all the time. When I wake up, I always think I'm going to hear my mom's voice calling to me "Lock, honey, time for breakfast!" But all I heard when I wake up is fists banging on my slum of a dorm's door and Groundskeeper Kronenbitter screaming from the other side: "Get up, you lazy midget! It's time for class!"
It's true, I was small. But that jerk-off, "Mister I-was-in-the-military-for-ten-years" didn't have to rub it in…I was always being teased and taunted for being the smallest kid in the first grade. Oh, how I hated them all…they all laughed at me and stole my lunch. Even the kindergarteners made fun of me. Everyday, I endured everything I could take. They pushed and mocked me at every turn. One day, the sixth graders blindfolded and gagged me and tossed me into the lake outside of the school. Luckily, I was able to cut the rope on a sharp rock and I escaped. It was then I made the decision that I've had enough! I was going to kill myself.
I walked through the school as casually as
possible at around 8:00 PM, making sure no one thought I was up to
something. Then a fourth grader strolled by and pushed me into a
wall.
"Beat it, squirt." The kid said.
I growled at him
loudly. "Fuck off!" I yelled back at him. I smiled devilishly
as I kept walking. "That's the last time he's going to do that
to me!"
I tiptoed into the cafeteria's kitchen and searched
around in the drawers that were low enough for me to reach. For the
higher drawers, I got a chair to stand on. In the ninth drawer I
fished in, I pulled out the hugest steak knife I had ever seen. It
was shiny and it larger than my own head. But most of all, the blade
was unbelievably sharp.
"Wonderful." I cackled to myself.
My last step was to get a piece of paper. I wrote on it in my
room. Basically, it explained why I was going to take my own life. I
don't think I spelled many of the words correctly, but I did what I
could. With a piece of tape, I stuck the note where my stomach was
and I trotted down to the lake with the knife in my hand and the full
moon was unusually huge that night. I laughed as I pointed the knife
towards my heart.
"They won't miss me!" I sounded insane.
"Hahahahahahahahaha… 'Oh, where's Lock?' they'll say.
'I'm not sure, but, then again, who gives a shit? No one wants
him around!' Hahahahahahahahaha…"
I was about to pierce my
own heart and die in the moonlight, but I heard voices.
