I lie there on my bed thinking of what I had just done. I couldn't get the scenes out of my head.
They were like reruns on TV, always coming on. Over and over and over again. I began to look at my
hands, the blood stained gloves. I thought to myself, she deserved it. She hurt you. Payback is like
the devil. Evil. Here they come again!!! Those stupid reruns!! I saw myself walking into her room.
With pink walls and posters of boys. Gross. I picked up the pair of house scissors off the dresser.
She began to stir. I stood as stiff and quiet as possible. Then when she stopped, I crept slowly up
to the sleeping girl. I had to make sure she would wake up. And that's when I saw the perfect way.
I walked up to the stereo and pushed play. Mozart began to fill the room and the girl sat up in her
bed. Perfect. I walked up to her and said, "I'm sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep." I
lifted the scissors and the girl opened her mouth to scream. She was gone before it escaped her
throat. I smiled deviously to myself. My job was finished. So I put the scissors in my pocket. And
walked away. I came back to reality. The scenes had disappeared. Two Weeks Later I couldn't help
but secretly smiling at myself during the funeral. My parents sat at the grave crying their eyes
out," My poor baby!" they cried. Suddenly I began to hear Mozart. The song that was playing that
night. I started looking around and saw no sign of music. What was happening? The music got louder
and louder. I began spinning in circles looking for the source of music. Finally it was so bad I
began to scream. Everyone spun backwards to face me. My father ran to me, "What is the matter with
you?" "It was me!" I yelled. "I killed her! Curse that bloody music!" I screamed. I
through the bloody scissors and gloves on the ground. I saw the police coming and I knew it was
over. Like I said earlier, payback is like the devil. Evil.