Today was a good day.

I hadn't failed my maths test. I hadn't had a breakdown. I had managed to get through the day relatively unharmed.

When I got home, the cold, drab walls didn't bring my spirit down. I had scraped the can of soup out and something hot. For once.

I had been climbing into my sorry excuse for a bed when I realized I had left something downstairs. My school bag.

My bedside table was empty and gathering dust. I'd have to wash it before my "guardian" could get see it. I would have to get my school bag without her seeing me.

The stairs creaked but if you knew where to stand, you could get down with no noise. The paint on the walls was peeling and mould grew in the corners. I reach for my bag in the kitchen, next to the bench.

A bottle flew past me, missing me by a millimetre. The glass shattered against the wall.

"What are you still doing up?!" The banshee-guardian in front of me screamed.

I slowly picked up my school bag but she roughly forced my hand back down. Her hand swiped across my face and sticky salvia followed. I lifted my arm to wipe it away.

"I asked you a question. Answer it!" She screamed again.

My breathing is heavy and her nostrils flare in anger. Her hand reaches up to slap me again but I duck just in time. Scooping up my bag in my right hand, I sprint up the stairs and back to my room.

"Come back you sorry excuse for a son!" She screamed again.

Taking deep breaths, I look out my window. I could end it there...

A light flashed on my desk. I walked towards it. A large kitchen knife covered a piece of paper. The note read:

Do it.

The next thing I know, blood soaks my hands and white is around me. A brief glimpse into a reflective surface shows my face.

My once soft-looking brown hair is greasy, flat and black. My skin is ghostly pale and eyes lumps of coal. Voices float through a door.

Something sticky is in my mouth. I wipe it away and blood covers my hand.

"He's only fifteen yet he has already killed thirty people."

A smile grows on my face. Thirty is small.

People should go through what I went through. Pain. Suffering. They live privileged lives. Time to teach them something.

Today went well. Oh yes. A very, very, good day. Today was a good day.