Megan:ReturnHome
From Create Your Own Story
You walk home in a daze. Did you really just kill your only friend? Everything seemed to happen so fast... the scent of blood still lingers in your nose. An animal instinct in you seems to be screaming for more, but you have your mind set on other things. Your inhuman dedication to finishing what you've planned is the only thing you need, the only thing you have left.
Thunder booms in the distance, almost seeming ominous. It feels cliché, but that's what it seems like. Things inside your house are quiet, as usual, and you waste no time getting to your room. You almost go straight to the closet, but you decide to at least make some sort of spectacle out of this. You sit down at your desk and take your shitty Flip video camera from the upper drawer. Vanessa had given it to you one day as a birthday gift and you had thanked her immensely for it. You thought it was pretty cool at the time. Out of boredom you made a few monologue videos and had uploaded them to Youtube, but removed them after some harsh criticism. Hell, you even got a death threat. People these days.
You shake your head to regain your thoughts, and quickly check the space on the memory card. It's empty and the battery's enough for what you need it for. Good. You prop it up in view of the closet and press record.
Perhaps a last message is in order before you do this, though. You pull the chair out of the closet and bring it forward, sitting on it and looking into the small lens of the camera.
"Look, I'll make this quick for you guys. It's not like any of you give a shit anyways. I was able to put up with all of you for this long, but now... fuck you. Fuck all of you. You sad, stupid bastards who went along with your daily lives while I suffered. Not a single one of you even made an effort. Well, beside Vanessa, anyways. Oh, and now that I mention Vanessa..."
You smirk. This is gonna be a bit fun to tell them. Again, a thunderclap gives you a small chill.
"By now, you guys have probably found out she's dead. Murdered. In case you're wondering, yeah. It was me. I killed her. I killed her to save her the pain of my own death. Selfish? Yes. Stupid? Perhaps. Unjustified? Eh... I don't think so. God, that's gotta sound pathetic... I don't even have faith in my own actions. Whatever. Like I said, fuck you all. I hope every single one of you dies. Slowly and painfully. Even that guy from school, Jack. You never looked at me, and you can die too. Hell, I hope you and your stupid friend Sarah die separated from each other. That'd be good."
You sigh, looking back at the noose. Your message is good enough now.
"Anyways, fuck every last one of you, aaaaaaand... uh... yeah."
You slide the chair back into the closet and step up onto it. Placing your neck into your noose and, checking to be sure that it's tight, you wave one last time to the camera and push the chair forwards. Just as everything is going dark, you swear you see something in the darkness. It's hard to really make out what it is, as it seems like it's constantly morphing, never keeping a single form for more than a second. Of course, your neck is broken before you can try to get a good look at it.
Vanessa's parents come home an hour later to find their daughter murdered. They call the police, who check your house and find you, dead in the closet and your video camera. Your parents don't grieve, of course. They just take vacation after vacation to try to keep their minds off it. You're famous for about three months before fading back into obscurity.
