James woke up the morning after he had killed the three guys who had tried to mug James and Jack

James woke up the morning after he had killed the three guys who had tried to mug James and Jack. He stood up and looked out the window. Outside stood Jack, waiting for him so they could go to school together. James looked at the clock.

“Shit!”, he yelled to himself when he saw that the clock was way to much. He threw on his cloths and made a sandwich as fast as he could. He took it in his hand and started to eat on it while he took on his shoes.

“Shit, shit, SHIT!”, He yelled as he miss tied his shoes and had to do it again. He yelled it so loud that Jack heard it, and James heard how he started to laugh. James started to blush. You see, James had feelings for Jack way beyond normal friendship. He could never tell this to Jack, but James was starting to feel the need to tell him because James was falling more in love for every day. James went out the door when he had stopped blushing to a still giggling Jack.

“Woke up a little to late, did you?”, Jack asked him.

“Haha, very funny”, said James. They started to walk against their school.

“So, anything new with you?”, asked James.

“Yeah, I’ve met this great girl, she’s in out class, you know her, Sara Parker”, Jack said. James felt a new feeling his never felt before. He was guessing this was what people called Jealousy.

“Okay, how great”, James said, although he felt the need to be home alone with his razors he kept in his drawer along with the death note. He then was silent until they came to school.

Their first class was Math, which James loved just because he sat next to James, however today, James noticed that the seat next to him was empty, and Jack was sitting a couple of tables away with Sara next to him. Once again he felt something worse then he could imagine ever feeling. This pain he felt was something new, something that his razors could do to him. He felt the need for them again, wanting them so bad.

“Teacher, excuse me”, James said and raising his hand up in the middle of the lecture. The teacher went to James.

“Yes?”, she asked him.

“I’m not feeling to good.. can I go home?”, he asked.

“Uhm, okay, I guess you can”, the teacher said. James took his books together as fast as he could and left the class room. He ran home as fast as he could with tears running down his cheeks. He came home and ran up to his room as fast as he could. His breathing got faster. He started almost hyperventilating. He opened the drawer and pulled out a razor. He sat down on his bed and made a deep cut in his arm. The blood ran over his arm. He did it again, and again. The razor went over his arm maybe 5-6 times before his breathing started to become closer. He started to gain control over himself again. He knew there was one more thing he had to do. He put the razor back in it’s drawer and picked up the death note. He took some blood from his arm and wrote over an entire page “Sara Parker”.