Mystical Murder

I was just a kid. Just starting freshman year. But they all got to me. For years I've been bullied, just because I play the violin and prefer 80s music that that terrible 90s shit, doesn't mean that they can make fun of me. I just snapped. I didn't see the truck coming.


I was walking home from school in the warm Iowan spring, when they jumped me. I wasn't thinking when I punched Mike in the face and pushed him off of me and fell onto the road.

"Serves you right for bullying me for all those years!" I yelled at him.

It's almost like everything suddenly went slow motion. A large semi truck was driving too fast, almost like he never saw Mike. His head and abdomen was completely squashed. Blood and bone fragments were everywhere.

"Jeremy killed Mike! Jeremy killed Mike!" Kyle and Nate started to yell.

At that point, I didn't know what to do, so I ran. I could hear the sirens of police vehicles coming closer to me. I ran inside the back door of my parents' house and snuck into my brother and I's shared bedroom. I grabbed a backpack and shoved in as many clothes, water bottles and snacks I can. I quickly wrote a note to my parents saying why I left and that I was sorry for everything that happened today. I set the note on the kitchen table, and saw blue and red flashing lights outside the front window. I ran through the back door and ran. I ran till nightfall and decided to take a break. I slumped down against a nearby tree and cried.

This wasn't me. I'm Jinxx, the teenage violinist/guitarist who was supposed to make it big in music! Not Jeremy Ferguson, the fourteen year old who murdered his bully. It was only an accident. My sadness then turned to anger. Kyle and Nate shouldn't have screamed that I killed Mike. Now, they need to pay. They ruined my chances of becoming the greatest rockstar the world has ever seen. But now, all I think about is all the blood splattered across the concrete, and the two other boys scared looks on their faces. Oh would I love to see those looks just one more time.

The perfect idea came to mind. I already killed one bully, so why not all? And that's exactly what I did. After two months, five of my main bullies were killed off in the most torturous ways, leaving one to warn everyone else. I left Iowa for good that night. I managed to finish high school online with a different name. For college, I spent a year in criminal investigations, and medical the next three, learning, training, completely changing my whole life. I'm wanted all over the country now for sixteen years. I know all the quirks into getting away with murder for this long. I only hope that one day I could see my family again, and they could forgive me for what I've done for more than half my life.

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