I killed them all. They deserved it. All the snidey little comments, all the things they said.

I let things slide too many times, laughed, shrugged off the comments. But the bullying went too far. They thought they could all just pick on me? Make me look so small? They may of thought it, but I allowed it for too long. I had to prove my worth. Prove I was their equal. No. Their superior.

I don't like to get my hands dirty, I'm not all that strong, so the obvious solution was to borrow my fathers gun. It wasn't difficult, pulling the trigger on my so called classmates. I actually found it exhilarating. Watching those who thought they had power over me, begging for their life. I grinned as I shot them down, one by one.

You should never underestimate the quiet ones, the person who says little, keeps them self to them self. We are the strong ones. I would of turned the gun on myself but why waste my life because of my tormentors? So, I sit here in my cell, typing these words, not giving a fuck about my actions. People leave me alone, just how I like it.