I'm Candi, I'm, different from the others. How? Well, I, LOOK different. Oh you say that everyone looks different from each other, well not the way that I AM. You see I have blonde hair that naturally has blood red tips and to make it worse it looks like someone took a bucket of black oil and dumped it on the top of my head and stayed there, so I NATURALLY have black, red, and blonde hair. I have ONE blue eye and the other one, my left one, is a red and white swirl, kinda like a peppermint, I also have unnaturally sharp teeth. My left arm is red and white striped and instead of fingers I have claws, my right leg is the same striped color. I went through school being bullied and teased for it and I didn't understand why. I just pushed through it like it was nothing, until, I SNAPPED.
It was a normal day, well normal for the others, for me, it was a living hell. I was walking to my math class, oh how much I did NOT want to go there, the teacher was always late to the classroom and the lot of my bullies were in that same class, so that gave them the time to beat me, tease me, and even humiliate me. Let's just say math class was my LEAST favorite subject. I walked in and quickly tried to sit down without everyone noticing, it didn't work. "Oh look it's CANDIEYE." I grimaced at the nickname that I was deemed, I HATED how they used it, the poison that laced the words, the hatred dripping from their mouths, it sounded like death itself. "Haha did she think that she could slip by unnoticed? Ha IDIOT." I trembled as my bullies surrounded me, oh how I hated math. "Aww the little girl is scared, why don't we help the FREAK." Two of the bullies grabbed my arms and lifted me up, their leader, uh his name doesn't matter, punched me as hard as he could, which was pretty hard, in the gut. I scrambled and got away from their tight grip, "What's your guys problem with me!? WHAT IS IT!?!?" Silence was all I got, everyone was shocked as was I, something, snapped in me that day and things went spiraling downhill after that week.
That whole week everyone left me alone, for once I had peace and I loved it. I would've loved it more if my mindset wasn't ruined. That next week I walked into math class like always, right before I was pinned to the wall by some of my bullies. "Now FREAK you need to learn your place, and that's in the DUMP." I looked up at the leader's face, I was mad. "So CANDIEYE, do you need help getting there. It's right where you belo-" Before he finished the sentence, my mind snapped and I got out of the bullies grip and BIT his throat, interrupting him, and he fell dead to the ground. Blood was everywhere, it caked his throat, it covered my sharp teeth, it even was splattered on his friends. I was now insane, I knew what I just, no what I am doing was wrong, but I didn't care. The students screamed and looked on in terror as I turned around quickly and with my claws slit one of the bullies throat. Now there were four bullies in my math class and I have just killed two, that just left the other two. I grabbed the one standing next to the one I just killed and ripped her in half, I didn't care if she was the only girl in that group of four, she would die just like the rest. I dropped her two halves and watched as her's and the guys blood mixed together on the floor, now for the last guy. He tried to run away but I grabbed his arm and ripped it of and threw it to the ground, he screamed in pain, blood splattering everywhere, he tried to stop the bleeding but the blood kept gushing out. I walked over to him and grabbed his head with my two bloodied hands, he started to freak out and tried to get away from my grip, but it was too strong. "who's the freak now?" I said in a deep and distorted voice, my voice was different and it confused me but I didn't care. I then ripped of his head before hearing a scream behind me and the sound of papers, pens, and pencils hitting the ground. I dropped the head and turned around slowly to see my math teacher, she looked terrified and quickly grabbed the phone, I'm guessing she was calling the police, but I didn't care, no one was going to hurt me anymore, NO ONE. "Hello police? Yes I need the police here right away, a student just murdered four other students! Please come as soon as you can!" She put the phone down and got the rest of the class and got them out, but before she left herself she looked at me, "You were such a good kid, what happened to you?" and she left without waiting for a response.
The police burst into the classroom, some of them tried not to puke on sight of the seen. They saw me crouched in front of bloodied bodies, there was blood everywhere in the room, the roof, walls, and windows. There was a torn up hand on the ground right next to the officer closest to me, torn body parts were strewn about, blood surrounding each piece. They found me munching and chewing an arm. "Put your hands in the air right now!!" The closest officer yelled at me, slowly walking forward like I was a wild animal, which maybe I was. I got up and turned towards them, my face was caked with the blood of my victims and my teeth were completely red. I acted like I was going to lift my arms in the air and the officers got ready to handcuff me. What fools, rift as my hands got half way in the air, I turned and darted for the window, luckily it was always open, as soon as I landed on my feet I ran for the nearest candy store, why? I don't know, I probably was craving candy after the sweet, salty taste of blood and flesh, yum. I heard the police officers shouts in the distance, but I didn't care. I quickly entered the store causing the store owner to freak out. "don't call the police. i just want as much candy as you can give me." He shuddered at the sound of my voice, but complied to my request, fearing the worst if he didn't. "H-here you g-go." I smiled at the candy before grabbing one and popping it into my mouth. "delicious. thank you." "N-no problem. Heh heh." He laughed nervously as I ran out with the bag of candy and headed towards the woods.
I live here now, it's nice. I still go to that same candy store went I run out of candy, you see it's important that I have candy, I always eat a piece of candy after eating someone, why? Beats me, its puzzles me to this day. The owner of the store has gotten used to and a LITTLE bit more comfortable towards giving me the candy, he seems to be more comfortable with my normal voice than my uhhh, distorted one. Now if you would excuse me, I'm getting, HUNGRY........ "hope you aren't my next victim...... good night."