John Depach was a 15 year old sophomore at Siper high school. He went to the boys locker room and changed into his gym clothes leaving his phone in his locker. Now in the hallway waiting with the rest of the students a girl approached him. "Hi, I'm Hannah." She said with a smile. "John, nice to meet you." He said softly. "You're in Mr. Hector's seventh hour right?" She asked standing next to him. "Yeah, for History. Why do you ask?" He responded. "My friend Liz is in that class with you. She said you are really cute." She said with a giggle. "Cute as in attractive or cute as in a puppy?" He asked jokingly. Hannah laughed "you're funny, but she said she wanted to meet up with you at the park later after school. Are you interested in going?" "Why not. I mean what's the worst that can happen?" John replied. The bell rang as the coach let the students into the gymnasium.
Later, at lunch, John sat under a large tree with pink and white leaves. The tree was very tall and the branches spread wide providing plenty of shade for anyone who wishes to sit in the cool, soft grass below it. Liz's brown hair blew gently in the wind as she sat down in front of John. "What's up?" She asked with a smile. "Oh just sitting here and eating some cherries. Want one?" He asked tilting the bag to her. She took one and ate it quickly laughing and smiling. "Thank you. Sorry I just love cherries." Liz said. "Well there's plenty more if you want them. So Hannah told me something interesting earlier." John said smiling slightly. Liz blushes asking "And what might that be?" John laid down in the grass. "She said that you thought I was cute." He said closing his eyes. She stuttered "i-is that a bad thing?" John put his hand on his chest saying "no not at all. It's quite adorable actually." She covered her face blushing uncomfortably. "Oh my gosh. Do you want to hang out later?" She asked. "At the park after school?" John questioned. She paused for a moment drinking a bit of water. "Yeah. But if you don't want to its okay." She said softly. "Of course I'll hang out with you" John said winking. Lunch ended as did school and John walked to the park nearby.
Liz was sitting on a swing in a big hoodie over her tank top and shorts. "You made it!" She said excitedly. "Well yeah I'm not the type to stand up someone so sweet." He said smiling sitting on the other swing. "I have something for you" Liz said digging in her purse. "You don't have to give me anything." John said. "I know..." after saying this she pulled out a knife and stabbed him in both shoulders. John screamed in agony. "What is wrong with you!?" He yelled. She kicked him in the chest knocking him to the ground. Liz then did the same to his knees and slashed his stomach. "You don't honestly think I don't know what you've done do you?" She asked raising her voice. "What are you talking about?" He said wincing. "Don't play dumb you lying piece of shit!" She yelled twisting the knife into his left eye. John didn't even flinch as the blood ran down his face going blind in that eye instantly. "What is the point of this?" He asked softly. Liz then cut deep into his chest barley missing his heart and lungs. "You got her killed! You killed my sister! You had to get drunk with her and you were stupid enough to drive! That semi smashed into the passenger side crushing the right side of her skull! Shards of glass and bone pierced her brain all because of you!" She screamed tearing his heart out with her bare hands. John coughed as his mouth filled with blood and his vision fading. He simply looked at her and laughed as best he could blood dripping down his neck and mouth. "See...you...in Hell...you crazy bitch." He said as his body shut down.
Liz looked down at the now dead John then at the knife. She cried and screamed pounding on the corpse. Blood poured and splattered onto her shirt and face. "You killed her..." she said softly. Liz looked down at her hands, at the blood. "What a wonderful mess I've made!" She said laughing. Liz took up her knife and began to remove every organ one by one. She then carved a frown into his cheeks saying "now you can wear the dead smile as I did" then traced the scars on her own face running her fingers from the corners of her mouth down just above her jawline.
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Dead Smile
Horrora short horror themed story of a teenage boy who is having a rough day. It's not just any bad day however, this will be the worst and the last day of his life...
