Just One More Time

1
I was just returning to my cabin for the night when I heard it.  That blood curdling scream that I had been expecting for hours.  It echoed through the forest, and immediately all the lights were on in the cabins.  Soon after, the other campers ran outside, still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.  I knew it was over, I would never see the light of tomorrow.  The boys would soon overcome me, but all is well, I shall not die in vain, I must finish what I started. 

2
As the other boys started running towards me, I ran.  Ran as far away as I could into the forest, farther and farther away from the campsite.  It was nearly pitch-black in the forest, I couldn’t see anything, I had no idea how long I had been running or how far behind me the other boys were.  I didn’t care.  All I cared about was returning to The Spot and finishing the job. 
As I was running deep into the forest, to The Spot, I decided to reflect all that I had done to get this far. 
It all started when this boy, Charlie, decided he wanted to be my friend.  I HATE talking to people.  HATE it.  I don’t know why, I’ve always been a very solitude person.  My parents had just sent me to this summer camp because they wanted me to make friends.  They just don’t understand; that’s not how OCD works.  I have an issue with trusting people, I just can’t do it.  Friends are supposed to help me with my violent outbreaks, but other people, (normally trying to be my friend) are the cause of it.  I don’t think of myself as a violent person, I’ve only been expelled four times and to jail twice! I wish my parents would just leave me alone and let me live my own life.  Is killing someone really that bad?
Every time I kill I tell myself it will be the last time.  I hate how big of a deal it always is.  Was that one person, or group of people really that important to anyone?  Come on!  Nobody likes me, why should it be any different for someone else?

3
When Charlie approached me in my cabin I almost killed him right then and there.  He slowly crept up behind me and stuttered, “M-my name is Charlie. What’s yours?”  As he said this I could feel him breathing down my back. 
I slowly turned around, giving him an evil glare saying, “Leave. Now.”
Charlie just stood there, looking at me with hurt eyes.  People always do this to me kind of like they’re trying to find some compassion in me or something.  It never works.  If anything it ends up getting them killed.  I hate people.
“Are you deaf?” I yelled at Charlie, “Leave.”
Charlie had even more hurt in his eyes as he said in a quiet voice, “You looked lonely.  I thought you might like a friend.”  He then went on, “I don’t really have any friends either.  Everyone hates me.  All I want is someone I can talk to and play with.”
“Well I don’t!” I screamed at Charlie as I stormed out the door, a plan already forming in my head.  I knew what I would do.  It would be the best one yet.  I would never be forgotten.  The camp may even have to close because of it.  And, best of all, I would never have to deal with another person again.  But what price had to be paid?

4
About a month later I had planned it all out.  Charlie would die, and I would be remembered forever.  It was now time to execute the plan. 
5
A day later I took action, finding a spot deep in the forest where I set a trap throughout the next week.  I visited it so often that I started calling it The Spot.  It was the spot I would be remembered forever.  Everyone would regret anything they had ever done to make me mad, especially my parents. 
As I was making the trap more and more dangerous, bringing in saw blades from the wood working center along with various other materials, I contemplated whether or not I really wanted to do this.  I would never have to see anyone again, but I would also never be able to do anything, it would be over.  Or was there more to come after the plan I could not control?
The trap was finished; everything was planned, it was time to take action. 
6
I approached Charlie and apologized for my outbreak about a month ago.  I told him how sorry I was and I really did want to be friends.  I explained that I only got so mad because I had just found something really cool in the forest and at first, I didn't want to have to share it with anyone.  But now, I had come to the realization of how much more fun it would be with someone else. 
Charlie replied excitedly, “Yes! Thank you so much!” His false hope made me laugh. 
I then gave him directions to The Spot, and told him to meet me there five minutes before lights out.  He happily agreed. 

7
I was quickly snapped back to reality as I tripped over a rock, stumbling a bit, and then falling on my face.  I hear the other boy’s voices not far behind me, this is the time to act. 
I creep up to The Spot, as I am not far.  Even though it is dark, I will be able to tell when I am there.  As I am crawling along, I soon find a slightly open part of the forest with a dark liquid on the ground with that unmistakable metallic smell.  Blood.  I’m here.  Now all I must do is wait. 

8
I see the bouncing lights approaching me, fast, and I slowly stand up right before the second trip-wire.  The boys stop a few yards ahead of me and examine Charlie’s lifeless body, suddenly becoming very scared; they finally realize who they are dealing with.  I shout to them “Over here,” and their eyes quickly dart over to me as I slowly back into the trip-wire, bringing the saw blades to life, once again. 
This is the end. 

9
Blades fall on me and everyone else.  I feel them ripping through my clothing as my vision slowly turns red.  I am on the ground now, gasping for air.  I try to brush my hair from my face when I notice that I no longer have arms.  I hear fading screaming before a quick falling feeling, this was not part of my plan. 

10
I’m falling, falling, and falling.  Will it ever end? I have been falling for hours.  

11
Something in my fall has finally changed.  I’ve noticed a small red light at the bottom of this, whatever it is.  The red, now orange light is getting bigger and bigger.  I feel a sudden heat, I am falling into a fire. 

12
I have now reached the flames and they engulf me.  I hear a slow, deep laughter in the background, echoing throughout me.  The flames are overwhelming me now, I hit a hard, burning surface and…