Run run don't stop .Run run run wont stop. Run run run I can't stop. How the hell did I end up like this ,what the hell did I do to make hundreds of people want me dead..all I did..was..murder ..that's not wrong is it?
I remember how it started...
The classroom fell silent as the teacher's voice thundered across the room.
"Skylar!" she barked, slamming her palm against the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot, making the other students flinch. "I've been calling your name for the last five minutes, and you sit there as if I don't exist!"
Her face was flushed crimson, veins standing out at her temples. The sharp lines of her jaw tightened with every word, and her nostrils flared as though each breath was a battle. Her eyes, usually calm and watchful, now blazed with fury—wide, unblinking, and fixed on you like a predator locking onto its prey.
Her eyebrows were drawn together so tightly they seemed carved into her forehead, and her lips pressed into a thin, trembling line before she spat out the next words. "Do you think you can just ignore me? In my classroom?"
The teacher's posture was rigid, shoulders squared, and her fists clenched at her sides. Even her voice carried a physical weight—low, sharp, and cutting through the air like a whip. The students around me shrank into their seats, afraid to even breathe too loudly, while the teacher's fury seemed to fill every corner of the room.
Who the hell was she to shout at me..
How dare she..
I hate it i hate this i hate her!
I could just kill her couldn't I?
I stood up and walked to the teacher calmly.
I shoved her so hard that she fell with a thud,I launched at her whilst pulling out my pocket knife. My eyes were glinting with malice, I stabed her throat again and again until I saw the life leave her eyes. What filled me after was pure ecstasy and satisfaction....
I hated how people talk about big game when it only takes them a few moments to die..and it's so easy to kill them...
People always said even a single minute can turn you life around or end it..but for this teacher that minute was when she dared to shout at me