I was frequently bullied by a bunch of girls at school and honestly, I wanted them gone.
But not literally...
When I returned to my classroom, the walls were already covered in blood and the group that usually despised me had their throats slashed. They were dead and no one even knew what happened.
Classes were canceled and we were told to go home by the headmaster, so I did. I was walking in the hallway, ready to go home when someone stopped me. He started to confess and if only I have known better, I wouldn't have accepted.
[WARNING: This isn't one of those READERxYANDERE stories]