"-a suicide pact, David. That's what the police is thinking about the suddenly increased body count around here! Another girl was, in fact, found in her dorm at our own fancy collage, Olympus. This girl had the same characteristics as the previous suicides, brace yourselves now; Slit wrists, along with what seems to be a pill overdose, AND she was found in her shower! Just as the other girls I tell ya. There is yet to be found a male "victim"..

If you think that FIVE girls being found this exact way is weird, then I got even weirder for ya! It have recently been reported about several findings of, you guessed it, body parts! Of course these were all found somewhat close to the school, and have all been identified to have belonged to two, yes, TWO students from this exact school! and yes, all the victims, suicides, amputees, and whatnot has all been attending the school, even the same art program! I swear, If they keep dropping like this Olympus will have to either find new students or a new art program!
And dear David, I'm mot even done yet! These happenings started just about a month ago, and since then several students have reported sightings of a tall mysterious figure lurking around school! Spooky am I right? The police has not yet been able to identify this figure, creature, whatever, and they have told the public that its most likely just a scare some paranoid school girls made up to get more attention to them! As if they have not gotten enough with, you know, the DEATH!
So my question today, David, is:
Suicide Pact or Serial Killer on the loose?
Honestly, as horrible as it is, I secretly hope for a serial killer! A suicide pact would just be too out of taste...-"

The sound from the radio was the only thing that made the room sound alive. Well that and the last breaths from yet another art student.

"Oh, wouldn't you listen to that!" I turn around and look at the naked female in the shower. "You're finally gonna be on the news, darling!" You're finally gonna taken serious as a seriously depressed fucking artist.."

She had been telling me all her dreams for the future earlier, to become the next Picasso, or Warhol. I think she would prefer the last one as her whole dorm room is plastered with his pathetic attempt on "art". Picasso she said, yet she only had one pity little print by him.

"W-why are you doing this..?" She mumbled. of course she would say that, cos honestly, i mean her life HAS to be a cheesy fucking tragic movie doesn't it?

"Why do you art people always say that? You know, I killed the owner of the gas station here the other day, and she never said that? She just rolled her eyes and asked me to get over with it already. But I mean, that was no fun so I sort off get you.." I trailed off. I hadn't slit her wrists yet but she was getting drowsy cause of the drugs.
I walk over to her again, bending down next to her.

"But, to answer your question.. One: I have to practice, Practice makes perfect you know.." I push the razor I had placed in front of her earlier even closer to her, hoping she will get the fucking hint soon.

"also, its too fucking fun. You know, I never really thought that this would get this huge of a news coverage.. I mean, just a couple of angsty teenage girls committing suicide. No one cared about that earlier... But I guess since you're all just so quirky you gotta get some damn attention. And I mean, you getting attention gives me attention.. I want people to see you, you're my art, whatever your name was.
You always wanted to be a famous artist so people could see how you express yourself. And I get that. You have no idea how good it feels to finally have someone fucking notice me. "

I pick up the razor, since she clearly haven't gotten the hint yet. I grab her arm and start carving words across it. earning a few screams. Even though they sound so damn good, I cannot have that.
I end up taking a fistful of her hair and bashing her face into the tile floor. That shut her up. Great. I then continue with the word carving. Then slit her wrists properly so she'll bleed out.

I stand up, take a few steps back, and take in the sight of my so called art. Grotesque as it is, she's still beautiful. The press is gonna love this. She'll get her recognition, and I'll get mine.

I turn the shower back on. Clean off my gloves. Wash off whatever I need in the bathroom to hide my tracks, and of course, I look at the creature in the mirror. That has only grown darker and more sinister in the last month.

Notes

hohoho

looks like andy is having his fun. What do you think will happen further on with Clementine?

(btw, I have no idea if there actually exist a school named "Olympus" but i have no fantasy at all and that was the best I could do)


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