I know what you'r thinking. Oh, I can't believe that little girl did that; she was so sweet, I wonder what went wrong, blah, blah blah... I can see it in your eyes. high-pitched laughter. Yes, I killed those girls. But they deserved it. They had gifts. The actress, the singer, the model, the dancer, the painter, the musician, and the writer. They were all so talented. And they didn't appreciate any of it! They took all of it for granted!!! Now, now look at me. I'm nothing compared to them. A good singer, but never the best. Pretty, but never the prettiest. Smart, but never the smartest! I was doing them a favor. I was doing everyone a favor!
But by doing this. I'm finally good at something. I'm finally known for something. I won't call this a gift that I take for granted. I won't be like those girls. I don't take this granted. pause But wait, I'm not done yet, I would like to request to go on with my story, and reasons, and I would also request you wipe that look off your face. I'm not crazy. I was just jealous, and sad, and angry.
Now, I won't go into details about each of their similar, tragically beautiful demises, I would imagine you already know how that all went. I just need to know that you know that I was doing something for the good of everyone. Hell, this was for the good of the world. It's just like anything anyone else would do. Just to make a statement. Isn't that why people do anything anymore?
Hey! Where are you going?! You can't walk away just because you're disgusted! You can't try to make yourself different from me!!!
The crazed monologue of a girl who's found herself being interrogated, and enjoying it too much.