"It's okay mom. I know they'll leave me alone soon, high school's almost over anyways..." she told me. Everyday my daughter, Kelsey, comes home crying, never wanting to talk when she gets home because of a silly group of girls. Those girls have been harassing her ever since we moved here when she was in the 8th grade. She can't even escape their cruelty when she comes home because of social networks. I have no idea what my daughter did to deserve this, but I can't let her allow these girls to torment her any longer.
"You have to fight back or at least stand up for yourself! It hurts me to see you come home everyday like this. If you don't do something, I will." I said firmly.
"No, mom, please! You'll only make things worse. I just want to enjoy my last few weeks of high school," she said in a soft voice.
"How can you when you're letting them do this to you?"
"It doesn't matter. It's the weekend! I get to visit grandma in Grand Rapids! That's all that's on my mind!" she said with a fake smile. She quickly walked out of the kitchen and slammed the door to her room. I don't know how she's able to let those girls do that to her. Because of them my daughter hasn't had an enjoyable school life. Turning everyone in the school against her, calling her unimaginable names, even hurting her physically. I'm glad she has such a strong relationship with the social worker at her school, I'm sure she's been a big help to Kelsey. But now I think it's time I take matters into my own hands. I have the perfect plan for when my daughter is gone.
*The next day*
"Goodbye, honey, be safe!" I said as I watched her drive away. Now I must prepare for the sleepover Kelsey is hosting. I emailed each of the girls who have been bullying Kelsey parents about a fun sleep over she'd be hosting, and it would be wonderful if they let their daughters come because Kelsey is in need of some encouragement due to bullying. This won't be a typical slumber party, however. I hear the doorbell and smile at the arrival of my guests. I open the door and see the faces of the girls who bullied my daughter. The girls who killed her spirit. I'm going to make sure they never do it again. To anybody.
"Hello is Kelsey home?" one girl asked in a obviously fake tone.
"Um, yes! Come in," I said pointing to the couch. "You all can wait here while I go get her."
I quickly walked out the room and listened to the girls from behind the corner.
"Wow she really is kind of poor. Look at this place," one girl said.
"It smells weird too."
"I just can't believe my mom forced me to come to this loser's house. She better not try anything while I'm sleeping or I'll trash this shit hole she calls a home."
"Let's just play nice and soon we'll be out of here."
I laughed to myself thinking about how I was going to get revenge for my daughter as I cut the power off in the house. I was going to make them regret what they did.
*Two days later*
Kelsey arrived home to cop cars in her driveway. She approached a detective with a puzzled look on her face.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your mother has been arrested for first degree murder," he told me.
"What are you talking about? That doesn't make any sense my mom would never do that!"
"She did. She invited a group of girls over and murdered them with an ax," he replied bluntly.
Kelsey became hysterical and ran towards her house knocking down the caution tape.
"You shouldn't go in there!" She heard someone yell. She ran and was greeted by the smell of stale blood. She looked around the home and all she saw was blood. Hand prints smeared on the walls, the couches and chairs were stained with the red liquid as well. But one thing caught her attention, and it was written in blood on the wall.
I DID IT MYSELF
*The next day*
"Goodbye, honey, be safe!" I said as I watched her drive away. Now I must prepare for the sleepover Kelsey is hosting. I emailed each of the girls who have been bullying Kelsey parents about a fun sleep over she'd be hosting, and it would be wonderful if they let their daughters come because Kelsey is in need of some encouragement due to bullying. This won't be a typical slumber party, however. I hear the doorbell and smile at the arrival of my guests. I open the door and see the faces of the girls who bullied my daughter. The girls who killed her spirit. I'm going to make sure they never do it again. To anybody.
"Hello is Kelsey home?" one girl asked in a obviously fake tone.
"Um, yes! Come in," I said pointing to the couch. "You all can wait here while I go get her."
I quickly walked out the room and listened to the girls from behind the corner.
"Wow she really is kind of poor. Look at this place," one girl said.
"It smells weird too."
"I just can't believe my mom forced me to come to this loser's house. She better not try anything while I'm sleeping or I'll trash this shit hole she calls a home."
"Let's just play nice and soon we'll be out of here."
I laughed to myself thinking about how I was going to get revenge for my daughter as I cut the power off in the house. I was going to make them regret what they did.
*Two days later*
Kelsey arrived home to cop cars in her driveway. She approached a detective with a puzzled look on her face.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your mother has been arrested for first degree murder," he told me.
"What are you talking about? That doesn't make any sense my mom would never do that!"
"She did. She invited a group of girls over and murdered them with an ax," he replied bluntly.
Kelsey became hysterical and ran towards her house knocking down the caution tape.
"You shouldn't go in there!" She heard someone yell. She ran and was greeted by the smell of stale blood. She looked around the home and all she saw was blood. Hand prints smeared on the walls, the couches and chairs were stained with the red liquid as well. But one thing caught her attention, and it was written in blood on the wall.
I DID IT MYSELF
