Voila! The first victim: Trent. I know the real trent isn't this bad but its my story! R&R
Victim #1: Trent
Trent Harding. The bastard has probably done the most physical damage to my life. You are probably wondering what he's done to me to make me want him to die, as well as the rest of them. Well, I'll tell you the reason for each one as I take them down.
For Trent, it all really started at the beginning of sophmore year, he'd asked me out on a date. Seems harmless enough right? Well I'd been dating Duncan at the time, so I turned him down. Let's just say he didn't take it well, he was obviously someone who didn't like to be turned down. Well for the next week he stared me down in the halls with a look that was a mixture of frustration or anger and,..lust. One night I was walking home from a movie, I was alone. Duncan was in juvie for a while, for something I don't really remember, maybe vandalisim.
While I was walking home it started raining and a car pulled up. It was Trent, he'd turned 16 early freshman year, whether he got held back or his parents started him a year later I don't know. Only reason he had a car.
"You wanna lift home?" He'd asked. Again, seemed innocent enough. Reluctantly I got in he drove off again. He kept driving until I realized he wasn't even going towards my house like I was telling him to.
"Where are we going?" Trent stayed silent. He drove until we were at house. He told me to come inside. I didn't like it but I got out and stepped inside.
"Okay, why are we here?" I asked, demanding to know what he was doing. In one swift movement he lifted me over his shoulders and carried me up the stairs. I struggled to get free, but I had pretty much zero atheletic strength back then, so it was pretty much pointless. He went into what I found out was his bedroom, locking the door behind him. He pulled out a bandana and stuffed it in my mouth, rendering me silent. He got another one out and bound my wrists together while working off my pants, and I think at this point it's easy to see where this went.
For hours I felt empty, countless pain, horror, and complete vulnerability. Trent took my innocense, my pride, everything. When he finally finished he untied me and drove me home, as if he thought nothing had happened. Though the urge to lunge for his throat was burning in the pit of my stomach, but still, I felt too stunned to do anything. My hands shook the entire ride home.
"Thank you for a great evening Gwen." He said, when he pulled in near my house. The urge to go for his neck burned again. And if that wasn't enough, things only got worse. Monday at school, the rumors flew, Trent apparently had no shame, and it was part of his and the rest of theirs' evil scheme. People in school called me a slut, whore, every name in between. In the midst of it all they got to Duncan before I could, he didn't believe me by the time I got to him.
You wanna know one thing that truely disgusted me?
Trent had videotaped it. Moron. If I could have ever gotten it from him I would've shown everyone who the bad guy was. Of course with the proof not in my grasp, no one believed me.
A month later I was knocked down (more like pushed) down a flight of steps at school. A teacher and the surfer girl of the school were the only ones around who bothered to help me get to the hospital. Courtney had been the one that "bumped" into me, when I attempted to talk to Duncan. Trust me the entire story is more complex than this but you'll find out what all happened soon enough. On the way to the hospital I had this intense pain in my stomach.
I'd been pregnant.
Trent's child, had been inside me for a month and I'd had no clue until the doctor told me I'd suffered a miscarriage from my tumble down the steps.
Trent deserved to die first.
Trent and the rest of them were still uneasy about my "death", as if they were all waiting for the police to come and arrest them. Trust me they'll be wishing for that.
I headed towards Trent's house with a pair of gloves, string, a bandana, and muscle relaxer I'd snatched.
He wasn't home but I was able to pick the lock with ease. Nobody home, perfect. I searched his house, eventually going to his room. Hidden in his closet I saw the tape and put it in. It took all that I had to not punch in the screen, watching it. But I restrained myself, knowing it would be over with soon enough for Trent.
I paused the tape and waited for him. Loading the muscle relaxer into a scringe, I hid in the closet.
About fifthteen minutes later I heard his car pull in, show time. I thumped around a bit to get his attention and quickly played the tape as his voice echoed down the hallway.
"Hello?" He called, coming into his room. My muffled screams iminated from the TV, causing him to walk towards it nervously. I walked out from the closet and stood in front of the screen.
"N-No, you're dead!" Trent backed up a bit, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"You're going to wish I was." I stepped forward quickly as he tried to run. My arm wrapped around his neck, restricting his breath. I pulled out the scringe and stabbed it into the side of his neck. He let out a choked grunt before I let him fall to the floor. The medication acting quickly. I stuffed the bandana in his mouth and dragged his limp body to the bed. He groaned from behind the gag. The meds had done their job, he couldn't move.
"Well, well, well Trent. Who's the helpless one now?" He mumbled an unintelligible sentence.
"Do you remember Trent? Do you remember what you did to me? I screeched at him. A wave of terror crossed his face. "I was just your little slut! The one who had the horror of being pregnant with your bastard child!" Trent's eyes widened, as he let out a gasp from behind the gag once more.
"That's right and when you and Courtney made me fall down those stairs I suffered a miscarriage adding on to all the hell you've put me through!" I climbed on top of him. The string lay waiting in my pocket.
"Mmmm swwwyyy!"(I'm sorry!) Tears filled his eyes as he let out his pathetic apology. I lunged for his throat, the gloves on my hands being sure not to leave any fingerprints. He struggled, well as much as he could due to the muscle relaxers. choked gasps escaping his mouth. As he began fading out I released him. Grabbing the string from my pocket and wrapped it around his throat. He caught one final glance at me as I gripped the ends.
"Goodnight Trent.." And I pulled hard, the string closing around his throat, silencing him forever.
*insert evil la
