“Jessica?” I finally call out in shock. “You’ve been killing theprom court?”
Her wild eyes travel to find me among the crowd. She looks completely unrecognizable, like someone I’ve never truly seen before. The new girl wasn’t as sweet as she seemed. Apparently, she was a real fucking psycho. “It’s me, Jessica,” she says with a predatory smile. “And now, I’m going to make sure the rest of your fake-ass bitches get what you deserve.”
JESSICA
Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks
After changing into something more comfortable, I shove the prom dress into my locker, tulle and sequins and shit threatening to spill out of the metal door as I slam it shut. Thank God that thing is off. Motherfucking prom queens.
I flit back through every cry, every whimper, every blood-soaked second. Surprisingly, everything has fallen into place better than I expected. I don’t know when it happened… when I actually snapped. All I know is that I can’t stop. Not sure if I even want to. I mean what’s the fucking point? This shit-hole deserves to burn, just like every other soul-sucking institute of teenage oppression I’ve gone to over the last several years. It’s all the same—same cliques, same mean girls, same back-stabbing bitches. Well, guess who’s getting the last laugh now?
As for me, well there’s not much to it. Maybe it was all the neglect. Or the fact that my mommy didn’t love me enough that I turned into some psycho killer. But I’m afraid it’s all so much more simple. I just hate everyone. More importantly, I hate the fakeness of everyone around me.
Life is a cruel bitch and then you die… so why not take the whole fucking thing down with you?
It started as a small simmer inside me, until one day it came to a full boil—spilling into everything. I’m tired of all the fake smiles, all the moving, and all the fucking pretending that comes with playing the role of someone that I’m not. I’m fucking done. Call it a psychotic break or whatever but I’ve never felt more alive than I do now. I place the pig mask over my head, gripping the knife tightly, letting my fingers flex around the handle while softly humming along withEdge of Seventeen, while I creep down the quiet halls following the small muffled moans that come from the supply closet.
Just like the white winged dove…
A smile widens across my face, knowing I successfully played the part and even placed a pawn to take the fall. Trish… She made it so easy for me to use her, to bring her into my web. It took a lot of thinking.. a lot of action. Dare I say, I would make any mother proud. Of course, not mine, but a mother who actually gave a shit. I take my time approaching the oblivious students who, by the sound of it, are about to round second base.
I can feel the adrenaline buzzing beneath my skin, making mebust into a twirl and a full blown dance move that I learned from Saturday Night Fever. My free hand hovers over the door handle, my heartbeat lurches to my throat, and after silently counting down to three, I turn the handle and open the door.
Sounds like she’s singing…
To my surprise, it’s one of the football players and some random girl.
“What’s your fucking deal, bitch?” the girl sneers at me as my gaze roams over the jock beside her. My fingers flex around the knife handle as I prepare to strike. I can feel my lips stretch into a painful grin as I brandish my weapon.
“Craz—” His voice becomes gargled with a flick of my wrist and a straight cut through his throat.
The girl screams but I quickly plunge the knife into her wet, warm mouth, my eyes going wide as the flesh tears at the corner of her lips, extending to her cheeks. Such an ugly little thing now that she’s all cut up.
A laugh bubbles up from my throat as I slash and slice her pretty little face into ribbons.
And the days go by, like a strand in the wind…
My other hand fist her chestnut waves, pulling her close as I fuck her mouth with the blade, pushing in and pulling out over and over. Her screams are muffled by the knife. I relish in her fear, in the power. Her boyfriend or whatever falls to the ground holding his throat, thrashing like a fish out of water.
I look down at him and wink before pulling out the knife frominside her throat one final time. Warm and sticky blood coats my hands, small rivulets streaming down the length of my arm. I bask in the overwhelming feeling of power. Of ecstasy.
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him
All alone, on the edge of seventeen…
I let her fall between his legs, face planting on his crotch. As I place my combat boot on the back of her head, I notice he still hasn’t kicked the bucket. Inching closer, I ask, “Do you think you’ll make it to second base in Hell?” He wheezes, his hand weakly trying to grip me.
What a fucking loser. Laughter works its way up my throat but I bite it down, and instead get another bright idea when I notice all the flammable liquid stored in here.
Grabbing the container, I quickly open it and pour it all over the room and then trail it down the hall that leads to the gymnasium. The sound of music is drifting into the halls, when suddenly, the doors creak open and one of the nerdy chicks stumbles out.
Running from something, I suppose, given by her flushed state. Too bad she ran into something worse. This girl has practically no self awareness. She’s so focused on the smell that she hasn’t noticed me standing right before her.
Ooh, baby, ooh, said, ooh…
“Boo,” I taunt, causing her to jump up and face me, only for me to press the knife right into her sternum. It takes a little effort, dueto the cartilage, but her movement helped speed things along. Her gaze moves towards her injury, mouth opening in a silent scream, but instead of sound, it’s blood that tumbles out. I pull out the knife. She collapses to her knees, clutching at her chest. Pathetic. All of these fools are pathetic fucking wannabes. Fighting to live like it matters.
