The wind blows softly against my face, my hair flowing around. I close my eyes and take in the surreal moment. I didn't know what to feel. One side of me is happy that she's gone. All the pain, misery and torcher left with her. But the other part of me is guilty. Her parents crying every night, her friends being held by the police. I'm the reason why she's gone. She's not dead, contrary to everyone's beliefs. I wish I could tell the police that, but that would only place me under the suspect list.
Y/N. God, where do I begin with her? She was perfect. Perfect hair, skin, smile. She was 5'4. She never liked dresses, only wearing them for special occasions. She was so kind. Sweet. She would participate in all school events, became a YTH (Young Teacher Helper) so she could help other students. She always saw the best in people. Even with Lauren (A/N sorry for those who are named Lauren ;/). Lauren was perfect too. But she was a different kind of perfect. Y/N was perfect because of her flaws. When her makeup was a little heaver on one side. When there was one strand of hair that suck out from the rest. Her left eye was smaller than her right (only noticable when she smiles). All of the little imperfections made her perfect. Lauren on the other hand was perfect because she was fake. All the makeup and plastic surgery and she was still ugly to those who could see past her fake smile. She was evil. She ran the school off of fear. If you pissed her off, she made sure to kill your social status, in and out of school. If you denied her friend request, if she thought you were a threat to her "throne." Also of it could cause you to be socially killed, even if you were unaware of your actions.
Y/N was my bestfriend. We grew up together. Eventually one thing led to the next and by junior year we woke up naked and hungover in some strangers bed. After that, we gave dating a try. And I couldn't be happier. We were the new and up coming power couple of the school. Of course that didn't sit well with Lauren and her meathead boyfriend Ryan.
Ryan is the caption of the football team-no surprise there-. Him and Lauren were dating since the 6th grade. They would bully and hurt everyone around them. Ever since the day I rejected Lauren(she wanted to see a movie with me), her and Ryan made it their mission to make my school life miserable. After year 11, I grew numb to it. The relentless bullying, rude comments, my locker getting messed with, the daily beatings by he football team, the dirty looks, being ignored because they said to. But then Y/n transfured to my school halfway through the 11th year. Her parents sent her to catholic school since kindergarden, but it soon bacame too expensive for them to keep on sending her there. I was the only person she knew there so the school changed her schedule to match mine perfectly. We sat next to each other every class. We were each others only friends, and by the looks of it that was the way it was going to be for the rest of our high school life. I tried warning her about Lauren, and she tried to stay out of her way. But it was her big heart that lead her to where she is now.
We were walking down the hall. We had study hall-our last period of the day-and like always, we left school early. She would be my ride to and from school on her motorcycle. We liven in a 2 family house together so we'd always be over one another house. We both had a side of the closet for the other. I was either at her house or she was at mine. Our families got used to the occasional extra guest at the dinner table and would often buy extra groceries. We always had fruit snacks at my house for Y/N just like she always had vegemite in her fridge. We turned a corner and saw this kid named Luke being punched the face by Ryan while Lauren silently cheered him on. Luke was in some of my classes, including music. He and I were mutual friends, being comfortable with each other when we were partnered up. Y/N was already irritating Lauren when Y/N's looks and kindness got her quickly moving up the social ranks. But when Y/N made the mistake of intervening the abuse Luke was endorsing, that's when Lauren lost it. From that day on, Y/N got the worst of the bullying. She would come home with bruises, hateful words swirling her head. At first she didn't seem phased. But then she began staying up late, playing those words over and over. It wasn't the words that killed her. It was when she thought about them and heard them in her own voice. She became more reserved, shy. All of those who turned to her for help turned to the next. It wasn't until the rumor spread around school lie wildfire when she finally broke. I knew she cut and tried relentlessly to get her to stop. I was there when she had the urges, when she needed to cry, when the hate got too much for her to handle. But when the rumor that she was pregnant with the principles baby and had an abortion started, there was nothing I could do to save her. I knew something was wrong when she didn't come in my house with me-like we agreed-. I didn't press on the subject because I knew she needed some space. Now that I look back I wish I did.
The next day she was found hanging in her room from the hanging light. She wasn't dead, but in a coma. Doctors said that she would wake up, but would never be able to function on her own. She would be paralyzed from the neck down, needing constant assistance. She wouldn't be able to talk, just blink on her own. Both our families agreed that it was better for us to just let her go instead of letting her suffer like that. I watched as they took her off life support. The second I heard that line go flat, I couldn't handle it anymore. I ran right out of that hospital, and continued running until I got home. All I could think about is what would've happened if I just invited her in, or followed her to her room. If I had just invaded the space I thought she needed. Then she would be alive today. For weeks all I did was blame myself before I took to light what caused her to do that.
Lauren and fucking Ryan. They drove her so suicide, and I was beyond pissed at that. How they would walk around the school with the fake little smiles that they always have plastered on their fake faces. But the day they were able to walk free from the case, I decided to bring justice into my own hands. I began sending annoymus letters to them. They started off nice and sweet. Complimenting their hair or clothes. Then I started giving them gifts. A new iPhone case or that tee shirt they really wanted. But soon enough I started asking them for things. Steal Bea's gym clothes-Bea is her best friend-, tell tommy that Ryan fucked his girlfriend. If they didn't comply to my wishes, I would take something important to them. And if they turned me into the police, I would show the police video footage of them harming others from the school cameras that everyone thought didn't work anymore. I would send them bit's and pieces of the video clips to prove that I'm not bluffing. I would watch as they look over their shoulders at school, thinking about how Y/N and others would do the same. Y/N never deserved to look over her shoulder in fear like that.
For weeks I would progressively toucher them, until there was no more fun in it. Then I took it up a notch.
Ryan was the first to go. I had him collect pints of his own blood for about a month, one per day. After that I made him make it look like he was murdered in his own house. Making bloody hand prints, blood splatters, etc. Everyone thought he was dead when in reality he was halfway across the world, off the grid and unknown. Then Lauren, but her situation was different. And painful. weeks ago, a girl named Kate went missing, and she just so happened to look just like Lauren. I found her dead body, preserved in a container by a lake. it was hidden and out of sight. I put it in my truck and went home. In the basement I set up a little lab and drained Kate of all her blood. I asked Lauren to do the same as Ryan did with her blood. It would be sent to a remote place and I would pick it up. There, I would transfer the blood into rates body. After that, I kidnapped Lauren. I kept her at the remote place her blood would be dropped off. There, over the course of 4 days I would come in, masked and covered head to toe in clothes so I would't be recognized, and would peal off her finger prints. I would go home and take off Kate's and stitch Lauren's on. After the 4 days I gave her a plane ticket to Asia with a note telling her that if she did't get on the plane she would live in the place for the rest of her life, and I would make her watch the news everyday about her and her parents asking for their daughter to come back. She went to the airport, and I made it clear that she was never to return or I'll do much worse.
After she left, the rest of my plan took off. I put Kate's dead body, dressed in the clothes Lauren changed out of before she left, back in the container and placed it back where I found it. I gave an anonymous tip to the police and they found it. Everything fell into place when it was announced that it was Lauren's body. I did it. I got rid of those who caused so much pain and agony and suffering. I smiled as I looked down at the tomb stone.
Born July 21, 1997-Died June 8, 2016
Shale we always remember the caring and kind daughter of Mitch and Karmen Patten'
I sighed as I pulled out the knife, crossing out the last line.
Born July 21, 1997-Died June 8, 2016
Shale that bitch burn in hell'
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