He Caused His Own Fate
It in the 5th grade. I was attached to him. His name was Christian. But one day I saw him with a girl. You only need two words to describe her: ugly, and tomboy. I immediatly knew that there would be trouble soon. I was right.
The ugly tomboy, or Emily, was talking crap about me, so I got pissed. I went up to her and said, "you can't deny the truth for much longer, stop playing innocent." Emily is really sensitive, so she started crying. Wow. Then Christian yelled at me to shut up. This is where everything got worse. He ignored me, only to fight with me on the internet. I went into great depression. I looked in the mirror, seeing a ferocious smile form across my face. I knew what I had to do.
It's one in the morning. I stayed up a long as I could, but soon, I drifted off slowly, only to suddenly wake up to the sound of my door slamming. I got up with a jolt. I turned on my phone, and the light shone on my face. I squinted my eyes, and made out the numbers... 1.. 0.... 0.. One in the morning. I felt a breeze blow on me as I got out of bed. I put on a sweater and changed into some jeans. I slowly tip-toed downstairs, and grabbed a kitchen knife. I grabbed the sharpest one I could find. I couldn't drive, I was only 13, so I got on my bike and rode down to Christian's house. The door was unlocked. All of the lights were off. I crept into his room, knife in my hand. I hesitated for a moment, clutching my knife close to me, but then I heard my conscious told me, "He caused your depression. Don't hesitate, kill him." I stabbed him multiple times, blood spattering all over the room. I saw lights turn on from another room. I took the heaviest thing I could find, and I smashed the window.
I jumped out, and got a few cuts, but I was fine. I fell face first, getting even more cuts. I was determend to keep going on. I got on my bike and rode away. I got home, and parked my bike outside and slowly crept inside. I went upstairs and looked in the mirror. I saw a sentence across my arm, a cut. It said: "You have caused your own" I knew exactly what would end the sentence. I took out my knife and cut the word, "fate" in my arm.
I soon ran away, being searched for by police. Well, they never found me. Because I found them.
My name was Kat. I am now Killer Kat. Lock your doors at night or you don't know what can happen.
Credited to Kill3v3ryb0dy 123
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