A few months later this bitch from school was trying to start a fight with me. Surprisingly, it was just me and her. A few weeks back I had started carrying a knife with me, and when the bitch lunged at me, I took it out. She immediately backed up, typical. I dashed forward and before she could blink, I sliced, cutting her throat. I watched, satisfied, at the crimson liquid pouring from her neck. I cleaned my knife and put it away. I looked at her face one more time, then I walked away. I felt a little bit of my sadness slip away, along with a bit of my sanity.