She royally
betrayed me, k-kissing that redheaded piece of shit, but now it’s my turn to make things right. Part of me wants to rip
her in two. Another part of me wants to laugh out loud, knowing what I’ve got
planned for her.

I felt that way
in her dorm room all alone. I saw that necklace still in its box. How ungrateful is that? And
so I ripped the material to shreds.

I imagined it was
her there, and then I angled my body over the jewelry, teasing the chain with
the tip of my knife, right before I slashed it up.

It felt good to
do it, too. I started to laugh after it happened. I could barely even calm
myself down. Everything just seemed funny all of the sudden. But then I saw
what I did.

I saw the word
“Bitch.” on her mirror. And it even scared me.

I stood there,
looking at everything I’d done. I didn’t know if I should laugh some more or be
sick. I started shaking. But then I remembered that this is what she wants,
that she’s a selfish bitch, and that she doesn’t know what’s good for her, not
like I do.