I shook my head violently, teeth grinding together.
Suddenly I felt it. I felt the urge, the need to destroy. I did not wonder what would happen after I did the deed, I did not devise a plan. I just did. Thats all I ever knew how to do.
My body would not be the laughed at any longer. I would not be Carrie that Steven King told me about. I would not be The Joker who was defeated each time by Batman. I would not be The First Evil or any other “villian” or just plain ol’ psychopath that attempted to wreak havok.
I was going to kill everything in path, because I no longer cared and the only thing motivating me was anger and revenge.
I did not feel any anguish killing everyone because, whether you admit it or not, every person is going to judge another.
No one would ever judge me again. No one would look at me and call me names, say things under their breath, or talk behind my back ever again.
And though I wasn’t “super”, I was a powerful person with ties, with connections. I could do this.
They’ll be sorry.