Bully Killer

Hi. My name is “Jared Hart” and if you have been exposed to this document, it must mean I am either dead or been captured by authorities. I don’t know why I am writing this, other than my own personal sanity. I mean I have always imagined all these outcomes for my life & it never turned out like this in my head. Even so I stand by my decisions and am only sorry for the outcome. Not the action itself.

I was always a loner at my school really, not saying I didn’t have the looks or the athleticism that was needed to be popular. It’s just that I enjoyed spending time with friends who didn’t judge any body over anything. Un-like the jocks at my school who would beat up someone who looked at them the wrong way. It was quiet surreal to watch, how some one fount pleasure in someone elses pain. I sort of stayed out of their business until one day when it became personal.

Me and my friend Jack were walking through the lunch line when he accidentally tripped and fell on top of the school’s star quarter back. He seemed like he was just fine with it, but it might have been my size that made him zip it at that moment. Though I tried to calm him down, he would not stop freaking out at the aspect of being beat up by the whole entire football team. I just shrugged it off though as him being delusional because in all actuality it was really just an accident. I still to this day wish I drove him home, but it was that evening that set off the chain of events that led to present day.

I woke up the next morning to my mom looming over me with a peculiar stare. I didn’t know what to make of it until she spoke. ” Your friend Jack fell off the bridge on his way back from school yesterday.” She said it with a shaky voice as she probably cried a lot that morning as well because Jack was pretty much family at that point. I didn’t know how to respond in that moment so I just passed out.

I missed school for a week after that, crying whenever I wasn’t shaking with anger. They said it was an accident, but I knew what really went down on that bridge. I didn’t know what I was going to do about it, until I got the single most coherent thought I had gotten since the incident. “I’ll kill every last one of them.”

After that I became a predator, I stalked every one of the football players for months. I didn’t know which ones were responsible for Jack’s death, but they were all guilty by association. I knew they all knew what happened by this point; the way they looked at me when I passed with guilt in their eyes. It took every ounce in me not to break their necks were they stood & even more strength to keep up with all of them. After almost a year though I had made a plans for all 15 football players on the team.

It started the anniversary of Jack’s death & even though I was mad as hell still, I still was going to play things smart. That night I went Taco Bell, were John Rider spent every single night from 8:30 to 9:15. He was the smallest and I didn’t know how easy it would be for me to kill some one yet, so as predators do, I pounced on the weakest first.

After he left I followed him until he realized that there was something up. I had bought a new cheap car from someone in another town, far away from my county & it’s defiantly strange in this town if you don’t recognize someones vehicle. Even stranger if that vehicle is following you. So eventually he turned on his signal light and went down a back road I had never even seen being used before. I followed of course because I thought he must have known something was up. I was wrong about it though, he pulled up to a bonfire. Every single football player on the team was present and drinking. It looked liked heaven to me, every one of those bastards sitting there drunk. Like sitting ducks.

I joined the party after that, I told Terry (The quarter back) that he invited me & he was too drunk to remember if he did so I stayed. I sat there all night, making new “fun” drinking games everyone could play. There was enough alcohol there to make the town drunk so I played along. Drinking a beer every once in a while, while the guys became so wasted they could bearly keep their eyes open. After almost everyone fell asleep Terry came up to me piss drunk & said, ” You know what man.. I am so sorry about your friend. He seemed like a good guy.” Proceeding to puke and pass out. I got so mad then, could they actually think I was buying that crap. I got to the vehicle and got out a hunting knife I had bought on ebay & a pillow. I then proceeded to put the pillow over every one of there heads and slice there throats. No one was strong enough or sober enough to put up a struggle, it was actually very peaceful.

I drove home that night & took a shower. My mother didn’t know I left so that gave me some sort of alibi for the night. I was about to fall asleep though, for the first peaceful nights sleep since Jacks death. When my mother walked in and turned on the light, she was crying. I honestly freaked out for a moment, thinking I had been caught so easy. She sat down though and told me she had to tell me something, and I listened.

“Son, I’ve been trying to tell you something for a long time.. Jack didn’t accidentally fall of that bridge, he hung himself off of it. A few of the guys on the football team spotted him about to jump off and tried to help, but he jumped. There was a video tape recorded off one of the boys and I think you should watch it. It might give you some closure, I know you’ve been so torn up about his death since it happened.”

I stopped breathing at that moment, Just grabbed her phone and proceeded to watch. Jack was standing there with a noose around his neck, he was screaming at Terry who was trying to get close to him & then jack yelled something incasivable and jumped. She spoke again, “We all decided to keep it a secret from you… I’m so sorry…”

After my mom left the room I took off, running from the incident that makes me cry at night, makes me wish I had died that night when Jack did. I am broken now & I am done running. So goodbye world, thank you for nothing.

“Bully Killer”
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Leave some constructive criticism down in the comments. 🙂 I feel like this story was rushed,but I hope some of you enjoy it! Feel free to tell me what I did wrong.

  • Anastasia James

    I loved it. A few grammer mistakes but it was awesome. Plot twist had perfect timing 🙂

  • Caryn

    Not bad. Proof read your stuff, grammar errors throughout. And pay attention to things like “me and jack” should be jack and I. Little stuff. Add so more substance to your stories too, this one became predictable shortly after the friend’s death.

  • Ang

    A couple grammatical errors here and there but overall it was pretty nice

  • Song Mix

    Awesome!!!

  • Blake

    Awesome story. I was very interested.