Author's Note: Future chapters will be longer. This is but a brief intro. I'm thinking about pushing this up to M in rating because of the content, even if it's not violent or gore-filled in detail. Your thoughts?

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am I right? I know I am. You had a bad day once and everything just changed. - The Joker

"Pol Pot was a history teacher and Hitler was a vegetarian painter, so... mass murderers come from the areas you least expect it. I don't know how the flip comes over, but it happens." — Eddie Izzard

Today's the day.

I storm through the school, my footsteps determined and loud, glaring at people until they move out of my way. I see them whisper, or ignore me, or approach cautiously. They don't interfere. That's X for you. In a school this big no one notices, no one sees the things going down in front of them unless it's relevant to them. I could come here in a Pikachu suit and no one would give me a second thought, because I'm not in any clique they need to suck up to. The crowd parts like water for me as I make my way forward. I blend into this mass of humanity because in this place there is nothing you can say or do that will ever get anyone to notice you. No one here cares about anyone. It's a shallow hive of insanity where self absorbed people live their lives together but a million miles away from each other. I have drowned in this nightmarish place for an entire semester and a half. I have been crushed under the weight of this high pressure, low compassion society without a heart. And now I have finally had enough.

No one asks about the bruises on my face. No one notices the blood on my shirt and face. My nosebleed could be a cut artery and they wouldn't even blink. I'm nobody, not a rich kid, a clique member, a club leader or a new kid. I'm old news, unimportant, and it fuels me on as I keep moving, with the crowd of students switching classes. In the current I am invisible. I work with that fact. I let my own low standing camouflage me until I get close enough that I'm in range. I planned this out. I thought about it so many times. I always put the plan down, thought it was too much, wouldn't fight evil with evil. No matter what I thought, I was never able to really consider doing it. Not when I knew what the consequences could be.

But I have nothing left to lose now.

It's possible to hit rock bottom and keep falling. And now that I've done that, now that there is nothing left, I am free. Everything within me has been uncaged. I may not be able to undo the past, but I can make sure these monsters never get to do to anyone else what they did to me. What they did to her. My best friend, my soul mate, the only person who would have noticed if I lived or died. They crossed a line when they touched her. They crossed the last line I had. My own personal dignity was long gone, I was stripped of even my proper name by the tormentors, and yet there was something, someone, that I still cared for. So long as you are attached to something, you can be hurt. The sick and glorious inverse of that was that without anything or anyone to care about, a person is as good as invincible. How can you scare someone who wants to die? How can you intimidate someone who has lost everything? I am invincible now. You can't break the broken or hurt the numb. This school will pay for what it's done. These people, these demons in bullies' flesh, they'll pay in full if it takes everything I have. I will not lay down and take this anymore.

I am the necessary evil. Folsom will never do anything about bullying. She turns a blind eye as if nothing ever happens. So I have to do something so radical she can't ignore it or sweep it under the rug. I have to scream to be heard. And if I can take down the people who have made life torture, well, it's a bonus. Because no matter what happens today, the world will know the truth about this overflowing ant hill we call X. My knees aren't shaking anymore and my heart stopped pounding in my chest last night. Last night they broke me. Last night they killed me. All that is left is that which I had been suppressing. All the hate, the anger, the darkness, has burst forth, and I'm proud. I'll use it to make the world see. They'll all see. They'll understand when it's all over.

And when I'm through, they'll ask why. And they'll uncover what these monsters did. Then it will be their names tarnished. They'll be the ones with their reputations destroyed. They'll be seen as the monsters they really are. People will know their true colors. It won't be my name they whisper in the hall when they gossip. Nobody here will understand at first, but they will. Then they'll all see that their heroes are complete and total monsters without souls or consciences. The world will know what happened. We won't be insignificant under the radar casualties. Folsom likes to ignore us, the little people, the kids without academic worth, the nobodies. Let's see her ignore this.

I pull my hand gun out, press it to the back of my tormentor's neck, and pull the trigger.