Outcast

They Called me The Outcast. The loner. They beat me up. Called me names. I turned to self-harming. Never talking to anybody. But Nobody knew I was capable of this. How could they, if not even I knew? Until now...
This day started off as any other day. I woke up. Got dressed. Put my headphones in and started walking to school. I was walking down an alley when I felt something wet and cold hit my back. I turned around quickly and saw three guys standing about two feet away. One was holding a sharp kitchen knife. I turned and ran as fast as I could. Suddenly, I felt one of them grab my wrist. He pinned me to the cold concrete wall and pulled my shirt up exposing my abdomen. He leaned close to me and whispered "you ready to die outcast?" I gritted my teeth as he pushed the tip of the blade into my stomach. I felt a sharp pain as he began cutting, slowly, carving a word into my upper abdomen that I couldn't quite make out. Once he was done he let go and I slid down the wall. They ran away and I closed my eyes waiting to die. After a few minutes I couldn't feel anything. There was no pain. I swore that if by some miracle I lived, then I would seek revenge on the ones who made my life a living hell. I welcomed death as I slipped out of consciousness.
I woke up slowly and looked around. It was dark and cold and it was starting to snow. I stood slowly feeling a sharp pain and walked home covered in dried blood. When I walked into the house no one was home. I walked slowly up to my room and stripped out of my clothes and stood in front of my mirror. I began to clean the dried blood from my abdomen and winced. I looked in the mirror and saw the word OUTCAST cut into my stomach. There were a lot of deep gashes. I wrapped my stomach with gauze and got dressed into shorts and a tank top slowly. I lyed down on my bed and began thinking. Plotting. They were all going to pay. I would make sure of it. And I wouldn't stop until they were all dead. They wouldn't get away with this.
It's been three weeks I haven't left my room. I grew my nails long and sharpened them to perfect points. I stopped eating a long time ago. I also stopped sleeping. Too much revenge to plan. Not enough time in a day. Am I going mad? My parents don't seem to care if I'm ok or not. Have they even checked on me? I don't think so. I know what I'm going to do. I have it all planned out in my head. And it all starts tonight. I stood and slipped into white skinny jeans and a black hoodie and work boots. Then I lifted my mattress and grabbed my heavy duty kitchen knife. Then I went to a drawer and grabbed my surgeons mask and slid it on my face. I slid the window open slowly and jumped out landing on the ground with a thud. I ran down the street quietly until I reached my first victim at the park. By the time I'm done you're gonna regret ever messing with me. Let the games begin.
I walked up behind him slowly and took the pocket knife from my pocket. When he turned around I smiled a sadistic smile and tilted my head. He looked at me and said "who the fuck are you?" I lifted the pocket knife so he could see and I drove it into his stomach. He gasped and whispered "Why? What did I ever do to you?" I put a finger to my lips signaling him to be quiet and then I pushed him to the ground. I sat next to him and ripped his shirt off of him. Then I made a long cut from one side to the other of his stomach. He let out a blood curdling scream and I smiled enjoying the sound echoing off the trees. I began to cut the word "OUTCAST #1" into his chest. He writhed in pain started screaming, begging me to please stop. He didn't know what he did to me. But he said he was sorry. I laughed a little and ripped his vocal chords out of his throat. He started shaking and then he took his final breath. I wasn't done yet. Not even close. I opened his mouth and cut out his tongue. Then I cut his eyes out and cut his mouth into slits. I stood and admired my work. I was pleased. His guts hung out of his stomach and he was hardly recognizable. It's too bad he didn't last longer. I could have had so much more fun. Especially if he tried fighting me. But oh well. Beggers can't be choosers, right? I left him there and walked home beginning to plot what I would do to my next victim. This was only the beginning. And I loved every minute of it.
A month later I laid in my bed covered in blood from the most recent victim. That made him what? Victim number 29? I laughed thinking about what I did to him. I ripped his guts out and fed them to his dog. Then I decapitated him and placed his head on the dining room table with a short note to his parents. How did it go again? A little something like "TO THE PARENTS OF SWEET LITTLE NOT SO INNOCENT CARSON: THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH SOMEONE FOR YEARS. HE DESERVED EVERYTHING I DID. P.S. YOU DON'T HAVE TO FEED YOUR DOG FOR A WHILE. I ALREADY HAVE THAT TAKEN CARE OF - OUTCAST" It was perfect. Now there was only one more person I had to take care of before I left town before the cops could figure out it was me. I had this persons death planned. Best for last right? I was ready. It would happen tonight. 
I left the house with the address in my head. I almost felt bad for this victim. The only thing this one ever did to me was trip me in the halls a few times. But I was too angry to care. This person deserved it just like the rest of them. I walked up to the house slowly and saw only one light on. I smiled and snuck in slowly through the front door. Then I walked up the stairs to the persons parents room and opened the door a crack and looked in. They were sleeping. Good. I shut the door and and went to the room. I stood outside the room and scraped my nails down the door. I heard nothing on the other end of the door. I opened the door slowly and saw the person sitting on the bed reading something and listening to music with the headphones in. I smiled and continued watching as the person scrolled down the page. Can you guess who the unlucky 30th victim is? I bet you can't. That person is you. And if you don't look up to see me standing here then maybe I will spare your life. Find a different 30th victim who deserves this fate more than you do. But I won't. I'll just come back later tonight after your lights go out. After you're asleep. But until then, sweet dreams my love. 
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
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