It started when I was 9.
I had two bullies at that time. One was a boy who'd call me names…
The other was a girl who picked on me…
She used her "best friend" as her minion and tried to scare me into doing what she wanted.
It didn't work, I tried my best not to let them phase me. Key word tried.
Third grade was pretty much a dark year for me, I stole, I bullied, and I got bullied.
The principal didn't do anything about it, no matter how many times my mom called complaining.
The constant taunting, the constant being alone, the constant pain…
It continued after I left that school. This time, no one believed me.
Not even my mom.
I question if it was real myself sometimes, or if everyone was right about me being a total liar.
A liar.
A sick and dirty liar.
After that, no one believed me.
I was alone once again.
Middle school hit, and I got bullied again.
This time, I was too scared to tell.
I didn't want people to blame me again.
So I ended up keeping quiet.
Middle school was the peak of it all.
7th grade, I met a girl, her name was Albany.
She was the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
I ended up falling in love with her, and she changed my life completely.
I loved Albany, and I knew Albany loved me, but I didn't know how'd my mom would react.
So I didn't tell her that I liked her, and I was forced to hide how much I cared.
A couple months in, I saw her talking to another girl, and I let my jealousy get the best of me.
I assumed that they were together and that Albany was over me.
I got carried away.
On the night of our 7th-grade dance, I lured the girl to the bus lot.
I saw her wandering around the bus lot, confused and disoriented.
I walked up to her and gripped the pipe I was holding.
That's when I started to swing.
Blood spattered everywhere, and I didn't stop until I saw her hit the ground.
I stood there, and I smiled at my bloody work.
I felt like a winner until I heard a shaky voice. "Flory?..." I turned around to see Albany covered in shock.
"Aly, wait-"
"What did you do?"
"Albany, please!"
"Why did you….kill…her?"
"I…I…"
"Spit it out!"
"I thought she would get between us…So I killed her.."
"What?"
"I did it because I love you!"
Albany was silent.
"...Because you love me?"
I ran to Albany, stroked her hair, kissed her, and stared into her eyes. "I love you…My Albany…" I shoved the pipe in her hand, and I bolted.