It was a sunny day on the playground at Stormonth Elementary. I had fully recovered from the injury I received by Aldrick's drunken hand. Everyone noticed my scar, thus I instantly became the center of attention. Everyone at school was glad that I was okay... that is, all except one.
"Hey Adoptee! What's with the scar? The mirror shatter when you looked into it?" Dominique said.

I glared at her a little bit, wanting to do her in this second. "If you should know, Dominique, my dad did it..."
Dominique chuckled at this. "Wow, your real parents didn't want you, and your fake parents hate you enough to hit you. Isn't that wonderful! You have a cruddy social life and an equally cruddy family life! No wonder you hang out with the Baby and the Freak."
I growled a little. I glared at her, sending daggers in her direction. I walked up to her, my fists clenched in the pockets in my pants. "You're only saying that because you're just using me as a way to escape your own problems. Well, that just won't work on me this time."

A smug smile formed on Dominique's face. "I don't have any problems, but at least I have parents."

I felt my fists clench harder. I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that she was a troubled kid, but that line was drawing thin really fast. "Really now? Using blood parents as a crutch against me... now that I think about it, it seems highly plausible coming from the likes of you."

Dominique looked up a bit as if deep in thought. "Maybe, your real mother is a dirty whore working on the street. One of her customers must have gotten her pregnant. That's why she didn't want you! You would have made her lose her job!"
Dominique cackled at her horrible remark. The girls around her looked on in shock at what she just said. My face flushed red with pure, boiling rage. I growled as I took my hands from out of my pockets. I then had my face up in hers, which made her silent. "Don't you even dare talk about my mamma like that." I said icily. "If you wanna start something with me, then we'll settle it after school. In the forest. Come alone." That's all I said, before walking away from her.

Later after school, I saw Dominique come to the clearing in the middle of the forest. "Heh, I'll bet she won't even show up. She's probably scared of the dark. Little brat is all talk. I'll show her."

I came out from my hiding spot from behind a large oak tree. I then approached her, with my hands in the pockets of my jacket. I then said calmly, "Hello Dominique. Fancy seeing you here in these parts."

Dominique turned around to face me. "Hmph, you actually showed up. I was getting bored adoptee, thinking you'd chickened out. I think it would've been better for you to have stayed home, 'cause now I'm gonna rearrange your face!"

I smirked at her evilly. "Really now?" I said, taking out my hands, in which I had a little surprise waiting for her in them.

Dominique's eyes instantly went to my hand. "W-what the-? What the hell?"

I felt my grin grow wider as I inched closer to her. "What's wrong, Dominique? Are you scared?"

"Hell no! Why would I be scared of a spineless little freak like you?" I grinned even wider at this. I could feel the fear in Dominique's voice.

"Stop denying it, Dominique. You're scared." I said in a sadistic manor, revealing what I had in my hand: some string, and a sewing needle.

Dominique took one look at the objects that I held and burst out laughing. "What, are you gonna fix my sweater or something?! HAH! That's Pathetic!"
My smile felt like it was growing to both sides of my head.
"You're gonna be in for it Dominique..." I said icily. That's when I tackled her and threw her to the ground. Before she could get up, I got on top of her, with both of my legs acting as barriers to keep her from getting away.
Dominique was stunned into silence for a second. "WHAT THE HELL?! GET OFF OF ME YOU LOSER! I'm telling my MOTHER! She'll tell the Principal, and he'll kick you out and tell your FAKE parents! Then you'll be hauled back to the dump you came from with all the other FREAKS!"

The now mundane words no longer had any effect on me. By that time, I had managed the string into the sewing needle hole. I leaned down, and held the sharp end of the needle to her lips. "You talk too much, you know that? We should definitely do something about that..."

"What do you mean?! What the hell are you DOING?!" The sharp end of the needle stuck into Dominique's flesh and pushed through the other side. She screamed and thrashed her head from side to side. I giggled as I guided the needle through Dominique's blood on her lips. Dominique squirmed, trying to break free, which made me hold her still harder and the blood rush out quicker. I led the needle and string halfway through her mouth at this point. "Here's to you, bitch."

Dominique sobbed and screamed as the needle pushed through her skin over and over. Her lips were coated in blood as Dominique kept fighting for her life. Soon enough, her mouth was sewn completely shut and her screams became muffled. Dominique passed out shortly after, as a result of choking on her own blood.

I got off of her, wiping off the blood from my hands with a baby wipe. I looked down at Dominique, and smirked in victory. I then wrapped the rest of the leftover sting around her neck tight, just to make sure. I got up, looking down at her. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" I asked rhetorically. I spit on her face before leaving the scene of the crime.
I felt a psychedelic rush coarse through my veins. My first kill went far better than expected. I couldn't wait to get to my next victims, who were just at the Nimitz house.
Thankfully, the others hadn't come home yet. In that time, I washed my hands and went up to my room, checking off Dominique's name, and began to think up a new strategy as to killing off the Nimitz Family.

I waited patiently for the others to come home, having a full strategic plan set into place in my head. "It's only a matter of time, now…" I reassured myself.
Aldrick was the first one home, and for the first time, I was thrilled to know that he was here. That bastard will soon get what he deserves. "Jianna! Are you here yet? If you are, you better start on these dishes!"

"Okay, Aldrick~" I replied in a sing-song type voice. I had hidden Aldrick's favorite gun in a cupboard near the dishwasher, a place where Aldrick would never expect it to be. I walked on down to the kitchen with a chipper smile and began working on some of the dishes. When Aldrick wasn't looking, I stuck his gun inside my jacket. However, Aldrick noticed that something was off.

"You seem strangely happy today. What ever could be the occasion?" There was what seemed to be a hint of amusement or mocking in his voice. This made me angry, but I just kept calm.

"Oh, I'm just happy that school is out is all." I lied as I put away the dishes into the dishwasher.

The only reply that he gave was a subtle "Hm." He grabbed the mail that was his from the table and idly thumbed through it. He didn't hear the cupboard door open. Nor did he see the pistol in my hand. I walked up to him slowly, with the same maniacal grin on my face. I aimed the pistol straight at his head. "Looks like today will be your last day, Aldrick."

Before he could turn his head, a single shot rang through the silent and sleepy house. Blood burst onto the floor and through some of the wall as Aldrick slumped to the floor with a heavy, solid thud. I giggled to myself as the thought of a heavy potato sack falling down crossed my mind, which is exactly what Aldrick is like now. I smiled, and put away the gun back inside my jacket. Irma, Gunter and Waldo should all be coming back home from getting groceries by now. I grabbed a large frying pan, and waited inside the kitchen, hiding on the other side of the rush was beginning to fuel my every action, and not once did I ever deny the sweet feeling.
A short while later, the door opened.

"Waldo, I don't understand why you buy so much unhealthy food." Irma said, walking into the house.
"I only buy the good stuff!" Waldo responded with a chuckle.
Gunter sighed, and from my place behind the counter, I could hear the hard bass blasting from his headphones.
"Gunter, Turn that down! You'll go deaf!" Irma shouted at him. I quickly sneaked up behind him, and bashed him with the frying pan behind the head, causing him to go unconscious and fall to the ground, making Irma scream.
I smiled, looking at Waldo and Irma. "Hello you two. How did the shopping go?"

"Jianna! What are you doing?!" Irma asked in terror.
I swung the pan at Irma, making contact with the side of her head. She heard a crack, and Irma slumped to the floor near Gunter. Waldo had backed into a far corner of the room.
"J-Jia, I-It's me, old Uncle Waldo! Y-you wouldn't hurt an old man w-would you? I-I'm your friend!" His voice was also filled with fear.

I smirked at him. "Of course... but not today. You didn't do anything for me. You just stood along the sidelines, not doing anything! You let Irma, Gunter and Aldrick surpass you to get to me! You're a sheep, Waldo. A lousy, lazy, good-for-nothing sheep."
I went up to him, pulling out the pistol from before. Waldo froze when he noticed the gun. "No, Jia, Please, think of what you're doing! Ji-"
Another shot rang through the house. Waldo slumped against the wall and slid down it, a trail of blood left smeared from the back of his head.
"A sheep for my slaughter." I said after firing the shot. I set the gun on the table and looked back out at Irma and Gunter. It would be a matter of time before they would come to, so I went to the kitchen and took out a steak knife. I went up to Irma's unconscious body and began stabbing her repeatedly before gutting her. A few gurgles and what seemed to be a muted groan escaped Irma before she died. I moved to do the same thing to Gunter. Just as I was leaning over him, his hand shot out and grabbed me by the throat.

"You psychotic little bitch!" Gunter shouted.

I pulled away from him after a hard kick to the crotch.
"So, you're still alive, huh? This should be fun." I said, holding the knife out in front of me. Gunter doubled over in pain, quickly recollected himself and threw a punch. I blocked it with the knife, effectively stabbing between his knuckles. Gunter cried out in pain as the serrated edge of the knife pulled out of the wound, leaving behind it a hideous gaping hole and bone shards.
"Who would've thought you would be that stupid?!" I exclaimed.
"You're fucking insane!" Gunter retaliated. He backed towards the stairs, holding his injured hand. I chased after him, and he soon took off running. I chased him up the stairs.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" I shouted. Gunter ran into his room and slammed the door. With nothing to secure it, he leaned against it. I stopped outside the door and, with no warning to him, started stabbing through it.
"Come On Gunter! I Just Want To Play!"
"FUCK YOU!" Was his retaliation. I stabbed through the door again, effectively slicing Gunter's shoulder. With that, Gunter leapt forward. I burst into the room, and headed for the closet.

"I know you're in there, Gunter!" I stabbed through the door. Gunter held the door closed. After a few minutes of the handle jiggling and pounding on the door, I slowly moved away and walk out of the room. About five minutes later, Gunter slowly opened his bedroom door and moved out. He didn't see that I had quietly moved back up the stairs and stood outside his door, a heavy cooking pan in hand. I proceeded to beat him upside the head with the frying pan.

"You shouldn't have crossed me, Gunter!" With a muffled grunt, Gunter fell to the floor. I continued hitting him with the pan until I was sure he wouldn't get back up. I then brought the knife out of my pocket and gutted Gunter in the same way I did Irma.

I stood up the minute the light in his eyes dimmed out.
I looked at his dead corpse, then took a look at the three dead bodies down below.
I slowly giggled, which increased speed gradually, which then turned into laughing, which turned into full out cracking up. I did it! I actually did it! I killed the people that made my life Hell! I was the one responsible for their deaths! Me! ME! You know the feeling I mentioned before? I'm in love with it! I can't live without it! I now know my destiny: a natural born killer.
I looked over at the clock. It read 4:55 PM. I decided that I would take a shower, put on some fresh new clothes, packed my things in my suitcase, took some food from the kitchen, stole all the money in the house, and walked out the door with a letter to Jeff and Liu. I walked to their house and rang the doorbell, where Jeff and Liu's mom greeted me.

"Hello Jia!" She greeted me. "Have you come to spend some time with Jeff and Liu? I'm sure they will be thrilled to know you're here! Oh Boys!"
She seemed oblivious to the suitcase and note I held in her hands. Guess some people were just constantly high on their own fumes.

"Umm, actually miss, I have to leave." I confessed, upset about leaving my two best friends. "I was wondering if I could see Jeff and Liu one last time before I leave?"
"Oh you poor dear, of course you can! I'll call them down immediately! Jeff! Liu! Jianna Is Here! She wants to talk with you two!" She disappeared into the house as first Jeff than Liu bounded down the stairs.
"Hey Jia! Wha-" Jeff noticed the suitcase just before Liu got to the door. He stared at it, confused. "Are you… going on vacation or something?"

I shook my head and looked up at the two. "N-no, Jeff... I have to leave for reasons that I'm not allowed to tell you... I'm really sorry... I really wish I could stay here, but I can't..." Instinctively, I hugged Jeff and wrapped my arms around him.

Jeff was both puzzled and shocked at what I had just said. "B-"But why? Why can't you stay with us? And why can't you tell us why your leaving?"
"Yeah, why?" Liu asked.
"I'm not supposed to tell you. Irma and Aldrick told me not to tell anyone." I said, almost about to cry that I had to leave my two only friends. Those tears were for them only. "I'm really sorry... but I can't tell you..."
I let go of Jeff and looked up at him. I gave him the letter I made for him and Liu.
"To remember me by." I explained, giving a photo of me to Jeff. "But who knows? We might see each other again..." I looked back over at the house, knowing that it would be a matter of time before the police showed up. I looked back again at Jeff and Liu, my two only companions. The only two that treated me with any kindness. "I'll try not to forget you two... You're my best friends..." I leaned over and pecked Jeff on the cheek before saying one final "Goodbye" and heading off to start my new life as a killer.

That's when my life of crime began. From that day on, I was a murderer. There was no turning back, especially when it became a part of me now. A part of myself, my identity, and my destiny. I killed people left to right, day and night, twentyfour seven. It became a daily routine for me, and I couldn't have felt any better. I've learned how to kill more efficiently, get the supplies I need for survival, and have learned to live on my own. It's been a few years now, and the killings keep escalaying. Who knows? Maybe I'll show up in your state, possibly your county, or even town. Whatever the case, just be ready. I'll be there for you.

My name is Jia, and I have done horrible things.

And I have absolutely no regrets.

P.S. Arianna Horenso, if you are reading this, I'm searching or you. You've taught me well mother, even if you hadn't realized it. I want to repay you somehow. I want us to be together again, to be a family. We can both be reunited again, I just know it. People wonder why how I knew how to kill off my victims. Well, it's all quite simple mother:

I learned it by watching you.