My mornings for the next week were pretty normal. The same routine in which I get dressed, grab my backpack, eat breakfast with my mom and dad, walk to school with Samantha by my side, and get situated for first period. Of course, my mornings weren't going be as normal anymore.
My parents are still wondering if I'm linked to any of the murders. Samantha is becoming annoying and saying she'll support me if I'm accused. My classmates are staying away from me. Although, some mock me and dare me to try something on them. I'm becoming a little paranoid about the cops. I'm starting to think they are watching my every move. And, the most obvious thing that's so different about my mornings...
"Did you get to solve that puzzle yet?"
"After being interrogated? Why would I just suddenly forget that everyone thinks I'm a killer to solve that stupid box?"
"No, that's not what I mean. Did you attempt to solve it as a sort of stress reliever?"
"No. I might not solve it for awhile."
"Can I have it back? I think I want to try it again." Shit! She can't find out about the Lament Configuration!
"Korey? Are you okay?" I snapped out of my train of thought, not realizing how quiet I became.
"I'm fine. I just remembered that my dad wanted to try it out. Maybe after he's done I'll give it back to you."
"Okay." We enter the school and go to our lockers to get our books for first. Then, as I'm talking to her about the math quiz yesterday, April walks up to me and stands right in front of me and Samantha.
"Wow Samantha," she remarks for all the people in the hall to hear, "I'm surprised you'd still go out with this guy. I mean, isn't he a murderer now?" Soon, the whole hall was quiet, waiting to hear what would happen next. Some kids looked cautious because I was in the middle of this. Others were watching with laughter forced back by hands.
"He's innocent," Samantha says cooly, "I've been dating him for two years. I know him by now."
"We've known Korey ever since he was younger. He was practically born a killer."
"Like you're the one to talk. You moved here during freshmen year."
"It's not like the others don't know."
"You just misunderstand him. He's a nice guy behind what you see. He's not at all what you think." Thanks for ruining my fun, Samantha. I like scaring people so saying something like that destroys my enjoyment.
"Sure, sure. Your Korey is such a good boy that has nothing wrong with him." Some people start laughing out loud, causing a chain reaction of more laughter.
"You don't get it! None of you get it!" Samantha persisted.
"Samantha," I try to say, "They're not going to listen to you."
"Then talk to them! Tell them the truth!"
"They won't listen to me either."
"Especially after you tried to kill yourself!" April remarked with a high pitched laughter. She grabs my hand, making me drop my books. She tears off the bandages and raises it up for everyone to see. Instead of laughter, people looked up in shock. All they see are the black stitches on my pale hand.
"How would you know what happened?" Samantha yelled, "Do you live with Korey or something?"
"He did it in art class during sophomore year! He's done it again but worse!"
"Korey! Smack this bitch before I have to do it myself!"
"I'm a boy," I said, "I don't hit girls."
"But you killed Rosa." My right hand twitched. I was about to lose it.
"Admit it," April persisted, "You killed Rosa, that guy who was there, and that guy from the video store. Admit it so you can go ahead and fucking die!" Both hands were shaking from adrenaline. I wanted her dead. I wanted her to die a very torturous death and see what I've been really doing.
I was tempted to pull at Pinhead's chain on my collar. It was so tempting, I brought my shaking hands up to the chain to the very right of my neck. I have already experimented with it to know which chain belonged to who: Pinhead's is to the very right of my neck, Chatterer's is next to that, Female's is after that, and Butterball's is the last one at the very left of my neck.
"What is going on here?" I heard a teacher yell out. It brought me out of my murderous thoughts for a moment. April quickly put my hand down and walked somewhere else. Samantha was trying to explain what happened but I couldn't hear anything.
Whether it was time or not, I wanted April to pay. I want to make sure her death is cruel and her eternity in Hell to be torturous. So torturous, she'll have to stay in that stadium for a long time. Wait a second...
"What the hell am I doing?" I muttered without thinking.
"Excuse me?" the teacher asked. I looked up to see the crowd was dispersing and the teacher and Samantha were looking at me. They looked kind of worried.
"Nothing," I finally said, "It's nothing."
"Those stitches don't need to be showing. Come to the nurse's office with me. Samantha, you go to class." She stood there for a moment then walked off to her class before the bell rang.
After the nurse bandaged up my hand and gave me an excuse note, I headed off to class. I saw April in the hallway as she was leaving a classroom.
"Murderer!" she hissed at me. Bitch!
I walked home and started plotting April's death. I figured out where she was going tonight from a conversation she had with a few of her friends at lunch. She explained that she was going to the football game tonight. It was the week before exams and our team had one more game before the tests started. I know exactly what I'll do with her little ass. That stupid, loud-mouth, little-
"Korey," Samantha walked up to me, "Are you feeling okay?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You completely ignored me when I called your name. Plus, you have that scary look on your face."
"What scary look?"
"You looked like you were about to do something. Something bad."
"I guess I was thinking about what April said."
"Don't worry about her! She's only trying to give you a hard time because because people don't understand you."
"I knew that. But accuse me of being the killer? That's low."
"I know. Plus, that's cruel. Maybe even worse." Oh, Samantha. If you saw what I've seen, you wouldn't even know the words to describe them.
"So, do you want me to walk you home? Just in case people start thinking I'd kill my own girlfriend."
"You don't have to do that. I can take care of myself." She moved a piece of my hair from my neck and saw the collar.
"What is that? You've been wearing it for almost a week."
"I found it somewhere. It looks pretty cool, doesn't it?"
"Not really. It looks like a dog collar but with little chains on it. Why would you wear it?"
"I don't know." Ask the Cenobites.
"Well, here's my stop. I'll see you tomorrow, Korey!"
"Okay!" She went her separate way towards her street while I continued my walk. I could only wait to see what happened tonight. I couldn't wait to hear about it in the papers. I can't wait to see the look on her face when one of the Cenobites start tearing and ripping at her flesh like cloth.
I stopped walking, the spring wind blowing behind me.
"What the hell is going on?" I whisper aoud. I'm becoming more like a Cenobite each day. I knew my mind was disturbing but I didn't know it would be like this. Maybe I am getting a little too attached to the Cenobites.
I continue my walk home, forgetting that tonight I had to stay home with my parents for precautions. All so that the cops don't see me in the act and put me in jail.