It started out quiet enough.
The voices were never loud in the beginning, just quiet and comforting. Ever since I was little, there was just this nice quiet voice, speaking to me. Telling me it was okay. Laughing.
I never thought it sounded menacing. I never thought I ever did anything wrong.
I was a quiet girl in school, and I always got good marks. I was praised constantly, and my family was good to me. I wasn't traumatized. I didn't hate anyone. Yet.
It started to get louder when those boys started teasing me. The whispers sounded a bit louder, telling me how to react. Don't cry, don't cry. Don't cry, don't cry. Like a heartbeat those words were repeated. Don't cry, don't cry.
I didn't cry.
They pulled on my hair, and made fun of my dark red eyes.
“Demon! Demon!” they would jeer. “Freaky demon kid!”
Don't cry, don't cry.
I would smile at them. The voice would laugh, and I would catch the contagious noise.
“Kihihihi...”
“What the hell kinda noise are you making now, demon kid?” they said.
“Kihihi! Kihihihi! Kihihihihihi!” the sound spilled out of me like an overflowing cup. I couldn't contain my laughter! It was so funny...
They backed away from me then. For a little while more, I was safe.
But then it started again, worse. My belongings would mysteriously disappear, and if they returned, they were destroyed or defaced with the character “demon” on it.
Don't cry, don't cry.
They followed me home from school, they spread rumors. They called me names.
Don't cry, don't cry.
I looked behind me, and saw one of the boys making faces at me. Calling me demon-spawn.
Just do it.
You know you can.
No one will miss him.
I smiled. The voice was right. I could finish him. Finish them all. No one would miss them. They were just disgusting and evil boys, weren't they? They were just little pests.
No one would miss them.
I went home that night, happily listening to what the voices had to say.
The saw, the saw.
Use the saw.
Saw them to small pieces.
Cut their heads off.
You can do it, you can do it.
Easy, easy. It's all so easy.
I picked up the large saw, held it in my arms. Caressed it. It was beautiful, the saw. So large, so deadly. Despite it being almost a third of my size, it felt so light.
I felt so light.
I took it with me that day, knowing I'd see them on the way to school. No one would see, no one would care, no one would miss them.
I dragged the blade on the ground, going to school.
I saw the boys, in their group, laughing.
I smiled as the voice beckoned for me to finish it.
Creeping up behind them, I swung the huge saw at their necks, immediately causing damage to the ones I hit.
The voice laughed, I laughed. We all laughed!
I ripped open their throats with the blade, stabbing and slicing and cutting.
Don't cry, don't cry! Kihihihi, this is all so funny!
“Kihihihihihi! Kihihihi! Kihihihi!” I chirped.
The blood flowed out of their bodies so cleanly, it was like a river, or a fountain.
Kihihihi! Kihihihi! The voice was so loud I couldn't even hear the screams! I couldn't remember anything.
I smiled at the scene again. They were gone.
Everything was gone.
No one would have to cry.
