You know that little voice in your head that tells you to be nice and care for others? Yeah, well mine does the opposite of that, it tells me to kill the person that shoved passed me and didn’t say sorry. It says that it would be fun to see what would happen if I shoved that person’s head in a pot of boiling water. I try to ignore it but sometimes it gets so convincing I can’t help but listen.
It all started on my fifteenth birthday, I had a few close friends at my house for cake and a movie. My mom had baked a beautiful cake for us, it was a triple tier chocolate cake with strawberries around the edges. Each of us got a piece, but my mom had given Tyler a slightly smaller piece then the rest of us. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him she just didn’t cut it properly, which is totally fine we all are mistakes. However it seemed that Tyler had forgotten that.
“I can’t believe that your mom had the nerve to give me such a small piece.” He said
“She is such a cow.”
It was then and there that I completely forgot about ignoring the voice in my head, I had found the first person I was going to kill.
It had been a month since my birthday but I still hadn’t forgotten about what Tyler had said. I had been planning his murder since the morning of the day after my birthday. I had decided on poisoning him it wasn’t as violent a kill as the voice had been instructing me to do but it still finished the job. I chose to use bleach and make it look like he killed himself, quick and easy, you can thank “Heathers” for that idea. For the last few weeks I have been studying his daily routine, learning his every move, so I can kill him without it raising suspicion. My plan is to go to his house so we can work on our project for science class and when he leaves his drink unattended I poison it.
I thought I would have no problem killing Tyler but I just couldn’t get myself to kill him. I wasn’t a murderer, I was Josh Miller, a normal fifteen year old with normal grades and a normal family I wasn’t some nameless killer. I was still contemplating my existence when Tyler came out of the bathroom he saw me with the bleach in my hand and immediately called the cops.
When the police finally got here I hadn’t moved, I knew that I deserved what was coming to me. They came into the house, grabbed my hands and threw the handcuffs on. Now I’m in the back of the police car, hand behind my back. Getting driven to court so I can be prosecuted then sent to jail and all I can think about is how this is nobody’s fault but mine.
Interesting story, Grace, and a bit creepy. The premise of that voice though, is chilling. I’m actually reading a novel right now that has a character who behaves with that voice in charge. She appears to be one way on the surface, but she’s foul underneath. Yes, it’s related to abuse in her past, but Jeesh. What’s good is that Josh Miller realizes he can’t succumb to that voice. (Could there be some other resolution that the cops? Is there an emoji for two guys communicating? Josh and Tyler need to work it out; after all he didn’t do anything really.) “Amazing Grace” indeed. Fun post from emojis. You made my job as a commenter a lot more interesting.
Hi Patricia, I’m glad you like my story. Though I would like to change the ending it would be very hard. See, the emoji promet is actually just a random emoji generator so I can’t change the emojis or else I would be missing the point of the week four challenge. However this is just a first draft I can still change the ending a little so it make a little more sense. By the way what book are you reading? I would really like to read it, it seems it would be interesting.
Sincerely,
Grace