Revenge!

My school annoyed me.

Too many rainbows and butterflies. kids are stupid, i hated each and every one of them, But making friends is what normal kids do.

I tried, I really did.

But they either get scared of me or i don't like them.

That was until I started going to high school, and let me tell you.

I hated it.

How can a 14 year old be that tall and large?

Some of them towered over me even though we were the same age.

I hated it.

Especially when the bullying started.

Again, I'm used to pain, father didn't hold back. but these guys focused on humiliation rather than pain.

At first, my junior year was not bad, I made a friend. Jack.

We stuck together for a bit. We didn't know anybody in the school so i guess we somehow bonded over that.

I was tall compared to other kids, but I still lacked in every physical aspect when facing this specific man child.

John.

John liked making fun of others, and liked it more when people laughed at what he did.

I can tell he's a troubled child as well. I know the look.

But i didn't care for him, not after tripping me in the cafeteria and getting my clothes dirty.

The whole place laughed, or just looked without helping.

With a stupid and cliche remark, john walked away.

I don't know what pissed me off more, the fact that people laughed at me, that i was going to get beaten when i get home for this. or that jack looked away, distancing himself from me, pretending that he doesn't know me.

So much for friends..

That was the first of many incidents. I do not understand why he chose me, or why I didn't fight back.

But it only made it worse.

From name calling, shoving, stealing my stuff and beatings.

I didn't do anything, didn't matter how many people were around or how many laughed.

I don't know why... I didn't fear him and I was pretty sure I could have harmed him in many ways.

But I was angry. Angry enough to not be satisfied with a simple revenge.

I wanted that bastard to suffer. He reminded me of my dad, and what I couldn't do to him.

My plan was quite simple, fight back, or enough to piss him off and lead him to my spot.

Behind the school, a small alley that I chose for our dear friends.

The three of them ran after me and stopped, it was John and two of his friends. seeing the alley being a dead end. John laughed.

"Idiot, you trapped yourself. now let me punch you back" he said, all smiles like he already won.

"Haha, funny coming from a fat dysfunctional child like you." I said back. After watching him for some time, I understood what pissed him off the most.

And it was a success, unable to notice the tripwire. John and his friend ran after me with enough force to not notice it. Hitting the concrete floor with a thud. The last friend was too worried about not trampling his friends that he didn't notice the steel pipe heading his way.

I can't kill a human, that will be hard to cover up and I'll be easily caught.

So avoiding the head. I hit them with my trusty friend over and over again.

Knees, elbows and stomachs. Those were my favorite spots, sending them to the ground again screaming in pain.

They just took the hits and screamed. The place was empty, kids left and the school closed. It was getting dark and it suited me.

While they were on the ground moaning and sobbing, I didn't stop. Enjoying every second of it.

"HAHAHA SCREAM LOUDER" I would say. I know, but I felt alive.

Stealing my father's taser was an easy job. He was drunk most of the time so he was not very aware.

I tasted them over and over again, giving them time to breathe, thinking that the pain was over before I did it once more.

Leaving them unconscious in their own pool of urine.

After that, I took some pictures, saving them for future use.

After a cold water bucket, the three of them woke up, begging me.

I had to go anyways and was going to stop but them begging was the funniest and most satisfying scene.

I showed them the pictures, then left.

Hearing cries and screams from behind me.

That was one of my best days.