Adriana Perez
Stories (3/0)
Happy Death
Today is going to be a wonderful day, a day with death in it. Don't get me wrong, death is always around every day, but today someone will die by my hand. No, I'm not some sociopath or a serial killer who enjoys killing; that isn't my thing. No, this is about revenge. Now you may say, "isn't death a little excessive for revenge? What did this person ever do to deserve such a thing?" He deserves it because he is nothing but garbage. Ben is his name, and he is the worst of the worst! He's the type of guy to constantly hook up with girls, tell them they're in a relationship, and then cheat on them. Before you ask, we never hooked up or dated; instead, it was my younger sister. He was so toxic when he was with her, worse than with any other girl he'd ever hooked up with. My sister was well known in our town for being incredibly gorgeous, with a waist that wasn't skinny but didn't stick out, beautiful long legs, luscious long red hair, deep black eyes that some would describe as black holes that sucked you in. He somehow convinced her to get with him, and he immediately began controlling her, telling her who to hang out with, talk to, be near, hitting her if she disobeyed him, and finally making her feel as if she wasn't beautiful. While being with him, she became depressed and began suffering from eating disorders. He tore her down to the point that it led to her end. He cheated on her with so many girls and blamed it on her, told her she was better off dead... and she agreed. In the end, I lost my sister to suicide, so I'm going to get my revenge on him and avenge her. Today just so happens to be Ben's birthday, so I am baking him a small personal cake, just enough cake for himself so that he can't share it with anyone else. I gather everything I'll need; sugar, espresso powder, cocoa powder, chocolate bar, baking soda, baking powder, milk, butter, a pot, bowl, whisk, spatula, cake pan, and the secret ingredients; rat poison (I made sure to use rat poison instead of flour mainly) I quickly begin to make the chocolate cake and put it to bake. I grab a tub of ready-made chocolate, add some cheap rum and give it a quick mix (I wasn't about to make frosting from scratch for this jerk.) Once the cake finishes baking and cooling, I frost it, place it into a lovely cake box, and tie it with a black ribbon. Luckily, the narcissist was having a massive party for himself. I don't care if I got caught or not; I need this revenge. I grab the box and head over to his house. Quickly I find the gift table and place the container on it. Luckily, I'm rather plain looking, so I know no one will notice that I was the one who put it there. An hour after I got there, he called everyone to go to the gift table to watch. After opening about eight gifts, he gets to mine, and he seemed excited when he opened it. He began asking if anyone noticed who gave him a cake since there was no name on it. No one knew who it was. He didn't care, grabbed a fork, and began eating it. He devoured it in less than five minutes. A smile appeared on my face as I turn and walk towards the exit as everyone else runs towards Ben, whose eyes rolled to the back of his head and fell towards the floor while foaming at the mouth and seizing. By the end of the day, he was all over the news; he died on the way to the hospital. I know this doesn't bring my sister back, but it does prevent him from causing someone else to take their own lives because of him.
By Adriana Perez 3 years ago in Fiction
We create our own hell.
I slowly awakened by the sunset's soft light coming in through the windows and the sound of ghastly grunts fading farther and farther away. Blinking a few times to allow my eyes to adjust to the surrounding, I lay on the blankets I stacked on top of one another to mimic a bed. Mattress' makes too much noise, and I'm not a still sleeper, constantly tossing and turning while asleep. After fifteen minutes, the grunts were finally gone; I decided to get up and find some food before packing everything up and moving to a new place. It's been three years since the world's governments attempted to take total control of everyone and sent rockets into space filled with nukes into the sun. Amazingly, the sun did not explode or react the way they hoped; nope, it was worse. The sun stayed shining but instead began sending nuclear fallout all over Earth.
By Adriana Perez 3 years ago in Fiction
A night I wish I could forget.
A time when I just didn’t quite fit in? Not as easy as it sounds, since I’ve felt that I never work in all my life. Whether it was with family, friends, strangers, or anywhere in general, I’m an outcast. Funny, my main friend group labeled themselves as outcasts, making me an outcast within outcasts. Sad. You’d think I’d be used to it, yet it still stings now as it did the first time. The first time that I felt like I didn’t fit in was when I was with my best friend; she had her wisdom teeth removed and stayed with her grandparents while she recovered. When we were in our early twenties, I spent the night and hung with her the following morning. What I hadn’t known was that her boyfriend at that time was also going to be there for most of the night. The whole night was somewhat awkward, as they were snuggled up together, sucking each other’s faces, her on his lap, being a bit extra, in my opinion. During dinner, they sat next to each other, and I sat across from them. Whenever I would say something, her boyfriend would cut me off and say something to her; she’d reply then look at me and tell me to continue before cutting me off herself. After that, we went into the living room and decided to play with the Wii that her grandparents had for her and her siblings, and everything seemed okay. I ignored being ignored or being talked over, something I was used to honestly. We started talking about what we wanted to do the next morning when they suddenly began making out and groping each other. I turned away from them, pulled my cellphone out, and began texting a guy friend I had a crush on. For some unknown reason, she got rather angry at me for starting to text while she was making out with her boyfriend. She began telling me that I was being rude by texting instead of conversing with them; how dare I text the guy I liked (Who she vocally, very vocally, hated without even knowing him.) I was surprised by her sudden outburst, laughed uncomfortably, and told her that I had been trying all night to have a conversation with her but that she was too far down her boyfriend’s throat to bother talking to me. Her reply took me back; it caught me off guard and even stung me. She grabbed the guy’s face and kissed him rather roughly before looking at me with a smug look on her face. “At least I have a boyfriend and not some make-believe thing you have with that loser you’re texting. I get to physically kiss and touch someone, not just dream about it.” I ended up shutting down a bit after that, I ignored her most of the night, and when her boyfriend left, we both went upstairs to her room and went to sleep. The next day she acted as if nothing had happened, and I didn’t bother bringing it up. To this day, whenever she gets a new boyfriend, I don’t bother to talk to her when they’re there. At least not about important things. I let her yap away to them and me about pointless things, not paying attention. Thank you to those who took the time to read about my moment.
By Adriana Perez 3 years ago in Humans