I'm not crazy. Maybe a little psychotic, but not crazy. I had reasons behind my actions, I didn't do the things I did just to do them. My first murder was Kendra and Daniel. I sliced and stabbed Kendra the way that her words sliced others. I stabbed Daniel in the heart in the same way he broke girl's hearts. They deserved it. The world was better off without those two.

After I killed them I went on a frenzy, killing off any wicked people in my wake. I enjoyed seeing the light fade from their faces, leaving their body empty and broken. I loved watching the blood pour out of their evil bodies. It was one of the most beautiful things to witness. The best part of it all was that none of them saw me coming, not one. I was usually the weak bullied kid in the corner. No one expected it, oblivious to what I was actually capable of.

I was busy looking for my next target. It took about a month for me to find someone, plan my attack, and go through with it. It wasn't easy, but it was oh so worth it. For now I attended an art school in New York. You don't know what lonely is until you've been to New York. You're surrounded by so many people, but oddly enough you have no friends. For me it wasn't a problem, I hated people. I've been screwed over enough to realize that people can't be trusted.

The most sickening part of my act was that I carved words into their body. I sliced the word "hypocrite" into Kendra's back and "player" into Daniel's stomach. I wanted people to see them for what they actually were, horrible people. It felt good to rip them apart.. To finally show them that you truly can't judge a book by it's cover.

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I shuffled my way into class, taking my normal seat in the back corner. I avoided any social interaction. I was here for my degree in cartooning and that was it. No friends, no relationships. Just art, and the occasional murder. I opened up my sketchpad and began to doodle, getting lost in my own world. The classroom filled up quickly and time seemed to go by fast. Usually people didn't sit by me, everyone thought I was creepy. I liked it that way.

For some reason I felt someone sit down next to me, which made me shift uncomfortably in my seat. I looked over to my left and saw a girl at the desk next to mine. She wore a baggy black sweater with sleeves that looked like they were swallowing her hands. Her hair was messy and black, it looked like she hadn't brushed her hair in days. She was super pale, her skin resembling the finest porcelain. She kept playing with her sleeves and squirming in her seat. She looked over at me, our eyes meeting for a brief moment.

She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. High cheekbones, her lips pink and chapped. Her eyes were the lightest shade of blue, which contrasted with her skin and made her look angelic. She gave me a tiny smile and nod, causing me to look away. I felt my cheeks sting under the blush that took over my face. Man she was flawless.

Class started and I zoned out like I always did. I stared at the board and thought about her. I'd never seen her around here, if I did I would've remembered. She was too beautiful to forget. "Elly," I heard the teacher call, "What are you doing?" I turned my head and looked at her. She was hunched over with her face centimeters away from her paper, her pencil dancing frantically across it. She looked up, looking a tad annoyed.

Elly. Such a gorgeous name to match her flawless face. "I was drawing," she admitted in a soft voice. She put down her pencil and folded her hands over top her paper. Mr. Crow made his way over to her, peering over her shoulder to check out her drawing. He snatched it off her desk and folded it up, heading back to the front of the room. "No doodling while we're in the middle of a lecture, Ms. May." She nodded, her face turning a light pink.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I didn't know I was staring until she looked back at me, her face turning a deeper shade of red. I felt the urge to tell her that it was no big deal, that the teacher's just an ass. But I couldn't talk. I was frozen. She fidgeted with her sleeves again, keeping her eyes on her desk. I reached my hand out to grab her wrist, stopping abruptly after the bell rang. She glanced at me and shyly smiled before grabbing her things and exiting the room.

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I didn't know what happened. The rest of the day I thought of her. I wanted to hold her tiny hands and kiss her gorgeous face.. I wanted to tell her she was beautiful over and over. I wanted too many things, and the worst part was I knew I couldn't have them. I was a freak. Nothing more, nothing less. Someone as breath taking as her would never think about loving me. Usually I would except that, but for some reason I couldn't.

Elly Way. My last name becoming hers sounded so amazing.

I sat on the curb and pulled out a cigarette. Usually I would run to my car and hurry out of here, but I didn't want to. I wanted to sit and day dream about her, making myself look like a stupid guy with a stupid crush. I stared at the empty bench to the right of me, lost in thought. The doors of the college opened, revealing no one other than Elly. She plopped down on the bench and pulled out her sketchpad, humming quite loudly. I shook my head and chuckled quietly.

I took a long draw on my cigarette and tapped my foot. Why couldn't I get the balls to go and talk to her? Cause I knew I wasn't good enough. I didn't have time for a college romance, the only thing on my schedule was art and revenge. I didn't need a girl. I didn't need anyone. I got up and dusted off my jeans, fed up with my conscience. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that she had stopped humming. I glance over my shoulder again, seeing that she was staring at me. Her, staring? At me? I shook my head and headed towards my car.

It didn't take long for me to get home. I threw my body on my bed, groaning with emotional frustration. Fuck feelings, I didn't have the energy to put up with them. I closed my eyes and started to think of Elly again. I felt like a creep.. I'd just laid eyes on her and now I'm obsessed. I couldn't help it, I've never seen someone so appealing. I had to do something about this. I could feel myself slipping out of consciousness, drifting into a happy sleep.

Notes

First chapter.. Hope it's good so far! I'm still in the process of putting together the plot, I'm still not 100% sure how it will end. But, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!