Friday Write Fight #6 Challenge: Write from a male perspective.
He stood in the middle of the room and pushed his hair back, watching the other students as they filled out their test booklets.
"Mister Hersh, sit down and finish your test."
He laughed, it was a sound like none of them had ever heard. In fact, several people looked up at him, and he knew he must sound completely mad. Past mad. Sheer fucking insane, in fact.
"Mister Hersh, I'm warning you."
It had all started so simply. An argument with Lia over how he never put the toilet seat down had gone on and on until they were screaming at each other and he'd reached out and hit her instead of pulling her close. It was hard being 17 and living with your girlfriend. Harder still when everything was going wrong all at once.
She'd started to cry, of course. That always made him feel bad, though it'd always been from words before, not him slapping her. He felt like shit over it, but once you were in the midst of something like that you had two options. Stop moving and breathing and thinking at all and say how sorry you are a hundred times... or hold onto your pride and tell them how they fucking deserved it.
He'd, unfortunately, chosen the latter. Lia had come at him with her claws out, literally. And instead of taking it, like he should have, he hit her again, and again. And the, he kind of... blanked out. Until now.
"MISTER HERSH."
He turned toward her, and a sick smile crossed his face. "I've already killed one bitch today, Mrs. Kline. Shall I try for another?" He stalked toward her, the laugh growing in the silent room.
And then the world went black again.
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"Russ? Rustin... What's wrong with him?"
"He keeps saying he killed them..."
"Killed who?"
"A teacher. And... well, you, Miss Bowers."
"I don't understand."
"Nor do we."
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I hear her. I can see her. Hell, I can damn near taste her. She's haunting me. Lia... I'm sorry. God, don't you know I'm sorry? I'm so sorry...
"Mister Hersh, sit down and finish your test."
He laughed, it was a sound like none of them had ever heard. In fact, several people looked up at him, and he knew he must sound completely mad. Past mad. Sheer fucking insane, in fact.
"Mister Hersh, I'm warning you."
It had all started so simply. An argument with Lia over how he never put the toilet seat down had gone on and on until they were screaming at each other and he'd reached out and hit her instead of pulling her close. It was hard being 17 and living with your girlfriend. Harder still when everything was going wrong all at once.
She'd started to cry, of course. That always made him feel bad, though it'd always been from words before, not him slapping her. He felt like shit over it, but once you were in the midst of something like that you had two options. Stop moving and breathing and thinking at all and say how sorry you are a hundred times... or hold onto your pride and tell them how they fucking deserved it.
He'd, unfortunately, chosen the latter. Lia had come at him with her claws out, literally. And instead of taking it, like he should have, he hit her again, and again. And the, he kind of... blanked out. Until now.
"MISTER HERSH."
He turned toward her, and a sick smile crossed his face. "I've already killed one bitch today, Mrs. Kline. Shall I try for another?" He stalked toward her, the laugh growing in the silent room.
And then the world went black again.
-----
"Russ? Rustin... What's wrong with him?"
"He keeps saying he killed them..."
"Killed who?"
"A teacher. And... well, you, Miss Bowers."
"I don't understand."
"Nor do we."
-----
I hear her. I can see her. Hell, I can damn near taste her. She's haunting me. Lia... I'm sorry. God, don't you know I'm sorry? I'm so sorry...