Mad Destiny

Mad Destiny
By: Kevin Rafalko
I could never go mad. I may have been filled with anger, hate, and
fear. Never madness. You seem quick to call me mad, but why? You would
have done much the same as I did. Please, sit and let me tell you my
side of this so-called Mad Story... Even today I am not really sure
what came over me. Just maybe it's the names or the pushing and
hitting. No, I did so I could prove that I was not the weak little boy
they saw me as. I had to show them I to was strong. Every day I stepped
on to that bus. I didn't say or do anything. I just sat there and
minded my own business. At first everything seem to be fine. At that
time I couldn't even think of anything happen. Only a few days pasted
before it all started to happen. They started with little names and
slowly moved up to a phase or two. The name-calling became worst each
day. I didn't mind it. For they were just words, nothing more. The
name-calling soon came to an end and at that time I thought the whole
thing was over. Until, the day I was walking down the wall and one of
them slammed me into a wall. My noise started to bleed. I became mad
and I turned to hit him. Instead, I stepped away and once again held in
my rage. I took it like a man my father would have said. I picked up my
things and walk down the hall. Do you hear these parents talking about
their kids? "My son is so good, He is just the smartest and nicest kid
in the world." Only if they saw the kids in school. It like a totally
difference person. Any way from that point on the name calling stopped
and the hitting and kicking began. That is when the anger really
started to build up in side me. Each time I stepped on that bus, the
attack would begin. I would sit there each day and dream about their
what I could do to them. I could see their bloody bodies. It may seem
sick to you, but that all I could think of from keeping me kill
my-self. I started to scare my-self. Even I have a limit. The one night
I feel asleep and found my-self dreaming of a murder. Each one was
planned so perfectly and each was done with such perfection. When I
awoke I found all the angry (that was building in me) exploded. For the
plan I dreamt of to work I first had to follow each of them home and
learn their routines. I became very good at sneaking around. After I
few weeks of watching them, I felt it was time to unfold my master
plan. The plan was to kill the oldest to the youngest. Each of the four
would soon know what they put me though. I just didn't want to kill
each of them; I wanted to free my self. Free my self from the hitting
and kicking. Free my self from HELL! The first of the four was the
hardest one. I knew if I killed him that my life would never be the
same. I followed him home when he heard me in the brushes. He slowly
walked over to check what made the sound. As he pushed aside the bushes
I jumped out and slammed a Hugh rock in to his skull. His body fell to
the ground. As the blood from his lifeless body I found a little joy in
it. The blood brings a joy out of me that I haven't felt in months.
That's when I planned to scare each of them before killing them. I
began to write letters to each of them. Plus a picture of the first
ones died body. You should have seen it, It was the funniest thing I
ever could have done. Each day they came on that bus they were in
horror. The police try to make them feel safe. Only to find that there
was nothing the police could do until the found out the real writer of
the letters. Then one night I awoke with this feeling of terror. I felt
something was going to go wrong. I felt I had to kill the rest of them
as soon as I could. I then went out that same night and slipped in to
their houses. While they each slept so peacefully I ripped their hearts
out with a knife and nailed it to the wall. I then took each of the
bodies one by one and placed them in the swamp in back of my house. I
was going to kill that last bitch went I found a small problem. The
police found the three bodies before I got a chance to kill the last
one. The police soon tracked the bodies to me. That's when all hell
broke out. The police arrested me one day in school. It was pretty cool
being chased around the school by some policemen. After being taken to
jail I heard that the last kid went nuts and ended up going to a nut
house. I was also called nuts by a court of law and was sent here.
That's why I am here. Plus I hope to find that boy and complete my
mission. I will free my self from the hell they put me though! No
matter what it takes! I will get my pay back! The End