Excitement.
I didn't sleep that night. I watched the blood dry on my fingers, committing the shape of the stain to memory. It made my heart beat louder than it ever had. Not from fear, but from exhilaration.
Because I'd finally discovered something worth feeling.
And I wanted more.
But as the night bled into morning, I knew what I had to do. There was school tomorrow. There were people I had to pretend to be like, pretending I cared about the world. Pretending I was just like them.
So I wiped my hands clean, hid the knife, and left the body where it would be found. The story would write itself. No one would suspect a thing. Not a person like me.
Every day at school was a test of patience. Pretend to be normal. Pretend to be sane. But my thoughts weren't with the textbooks or the gossip. It was already plotting—the next thrill. A new plan.
A new victim.
I wasn't born a killer. I was born a victim. And that twisted me into something deeper, darker, as I grew older, not innocent or sensitive.
No.
A monster. I became hungry. A need to take what I never had.
Revenge.
And then one day, the plan formed. It was as simple as it was inevitable.
Because I liked the game. And the worst part? I was so damn good at it.
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Thrill Of A Kill
Actionwho wears the traitors crown? At Nea Archi a boarding school for the utmost elite, a the new school year begins. Secrets and tribulations of the past arise once more. Seven juniors find themselves caught in a predicament on a mystery of an unsolved...
