I've been gone for two days and it's starting to feel like I'm grieving my own death.

At first I was in denial and now I'm just angry. The girls who were jealous of me in school had killed me. The girls who I sued to never let get to me, but for some reason I had that night.

It was because of them that I'd never see my brother again. Because of them I couldn't do the things I loved anymore.

I hated them and I hoped they all burn in hell.

I walked to my school, or should I say my old school, and saw the students I went to school with.

I didn't see them how I used to see them. I used to see them as just the kids I went to school with, but now they were all in their own little group, they looked so divided.

I walked through the school and finally found the girls who beat me and murdered me.

I watched them, as they went on with their lives as if they did nothing wrong, as if they hadn't murdered an innocent girl.

The bell rang and all of the students were gathering in the auditorium for a special speech or announcement.

I sat down by an empty row of seats and watched the staff on the stage.

We heard the Mic screech as the principal tested it.

"Attention everyone, as most of you know, we lost one of our beloved students a few days ago. Lindsey Lowe was found dead in the local park just two nights ago, and some of us would like to make a speech in her honour." The principal announced.

He handed the mic to one of the other staff teachers, "Lindsey was a very kind student, very cherished and loved, we will all miss her as she follows her journey to heaven" a female teacher spoke.

A few of the students volunteered to make small speeches but finally one of the girls who was involved in my murder walked up there to speak.

"Lindsey was such a smart, and respectful friend" she started. Friend? I thought to myself. Now that was pushing it.

"We all loved her, we all wanted to be her." She continued. Yeah you girls were all so jealous of me that to the point where you felt it necessary to beat me nearly to death. I rolled my eyes.

I couldn't sit through this any longer, I had to leave. I had to get outta there.

I left the auditorium, and shortly after, the students began exiting the auditorium.

They were all going on with their normal day. Until 4th period, that was our free period.

The girl and her friends went outside to sit by the fountain.

Perfect.

I saw her sitting on the edge of the fountain with her other friends.

I walked up to her and stood right in front of her. I know she couldn't see me, but this was going to be fantastic.

She started laughing with her friends before most of them went their separate ways. She was working on a homework assignment.

Alone.

I grabbed her by the hair on her head and shoved her head into the fountain of water.

I heard her gurgling as her head submerged under the water.

I pulled her up, bot wanting to drown her but only scare her and left her up to get some air before submerging her head underwater again.

This time for a little longer, just so she knew what it was like to feel yourself just on the edge of death.

I pulled her up one last time and stares at her with a cold, hard look on my face.

Her face was filled with fear and confusion.

I clenched my fists and walked away, I know it wasn't right, but I was angry, and it wasn't right, what they did to me either.

I hoped she learned her lesson.