Over the Edge

For several years I put up with the hell you put me through.1

Everyday I'd come to school, knowing that torture awaits.2

Returning home in tears. I just got more and more depressed.3

Well you have pushed me over the edge.  And today it's my turn to torture you.  I come to school with a gun and two thousand bullets.  Will I be forced to use them all?  God only knows.  I don't know anymore what I am capable of.  Because the devil has taken my mind over too much.  You are now at his mercy.  Mercy ha ha that's funny.  Anyway, I lock the doors and cover the windows with dark black cloth.  Black is my favorite color now.  Funny, it used to be purple.  People are getting scared now.  Before I can pull out all the phones from the wall, some one calls the cops.  "Damn you!  Your first in line.  I want everyone to go into the room that I tell you to."  I say.  I separated the ones that will live from the ones that will suffer.  " Stacey please don't do this.  I thought you were a good student!" Mrs. Bull says.  " Everyone shut up!" I yelled.  People are starting to cry now.  " You guys have nothing to worry about, unless you decided to cross me today that is.  Just sit here and whatever you do, don't scream or leave this room." I said to the people in the safe room.  A cell phone rings.  " Stacey take it.  You will want to talk to these people." Mrs. Good said.  " What!" I said, as I answered the phone.  " Stacey this is Stan from the police department.  What's going on?" The idiot asked.  " Nothing at all." I said.  " You and I both know that you have a lot of hostages in there with you.  Do you have any demands?" Stan asked. " Yeah I do Stan.  I want them to say they are sorry!" I yelled, as I hung up.  Now back to the game.  " Charlie, come forward." I said.  Charlie came out of the room.  He is shaking and is pale.  " Aww what's the matter Charlie? Not such a big man in front of a gun?"  I teased.  " What are you going to do to me." He asked, in an unstable voice.  " Well that all depends on you.  Say you're sorry and make me believe you.  Or  you die. Simple enough for you or do I need to spell it out for you?" I asked.  " I am really really sorry Stacie.  I never meant to hurt you.  Please let me go.  I want to be friends with you now." I think about it for a minute and let me sweat it out.  " Go. Get out of here and join the others in the safe room.  You're forgiven." I said.  He ran into the room as fast as he could.  "Next!" I yelled.  Andie came out.  " Ah Andie.  Let's here it." I said.  " Sorry." He said.  " Not good enough!" I yelled. (BANG!)  (Andie struggles) " You shot me.  I can't believe you shot me.  Stacey, I'm not going to make it.  I'm dying." He tries to say. (Andie gasps for air a few times.) He starts to shake, and the he dies.  The fear in his eyes to an evil person like me was a reward.  Eight hundred more people died that day.  It took them a year to clean up the mess.  I am now sitting in prison, planning my next revenge.  Because I have been pushed over the edge.4