[ CW ] Thomas Macky is an ordinary 14yo boy he loves his family and friends , is all together well behaved and kind , he harbors a crush for a girl in his class and he volunteers every other weekend to read to elderly people . I want you to kill this boy .

Day 1 
 
 Thomas Macky was undeniably one of the best people inhabiting the town of Harvesten. Rude and sinful behavior was simply not fathomable inside this young man's mind. In fact, quite the opposite. All he thought to do in his life was virtuous acts for the old, poor, and needy. Due to these traits his family held him close, a bit too close perhaps. He began to get lonely. 
 
 Que the high school crush! Long, red velvety hair caressed each curve of her body as it made it's way down the mesmerizing form that she took. Emerald, piercing eyes fleshed out her subtle, feminine facial structure. Not only was she physically perfect, her mentality was en par with his. Charitable, kind, temperate.. for once Thomas had lost his own content behavior. He wanted her. 
 
.. Thomas was n't too confident though. A perfect opportunity presented itself though, which favored Thomas's virtuous mindset. She dropped her books, and immediately took to helping her. 
 
 `` Here you go.'' His usual cheerful, formal tongue was more of a shy, bracing tone as he handed back her books. 
 
 `` Aw, thanks!.. Oh, your from my English class... Thomas, right?'' Thomas's heart fluttered. She knew him! 
 
 `` Y-.. Yeah, that's me.'' His face reddened at the stutter, which was a childhood habit. His crush only smiled though, easing the embarrassment. She holds out her snow-pale hand, somehow a perfect fit for her. 
 
 `` I'm Lauren, it's a pleasure to meet you!'' He shook her hand gently but firmly, if that makes any sense. Moments after the greeting the final bell rang. First block. 
 
 `` Oh, shoot, I have to go. I'll talk to you in English.'' She takes off down the hallway in a speed walk. Rather than go to class, I stand there, mesmerized. She.. she actually talked to me. She wants to talk to me later as well! 
 
 Thomas Macky shot out of his trance and spun on his heels, needing to get to class, and was marked tardy for First Block. Oh well, his math teacher is lenient anyways. 
 
 First block finished, and then second. Finally; third. Third was English. Thomas scurried hurriedly from his Geo-History class, wanting to meet Lauren at English as soon as he could. 
 
.. And there she was, sitting at her usual spot. Thomas waved, and Lauren waved back. His stomach fluttered with the happiness of the simple gesture, and he went over to talk to her. They talked and talked and talked. Talked the entire class, in fact. He missed a few notes, but that's fine. 
 
 On the bus ride home, he did n't leave his love-induced stupor. She actually talked to him. This was amazing! Thomas had never felt this way in his life, and wanted the feeling to stay with him forever. 
 
 Day 2. 
 
 The day proceeded as it usually did, and he met Lauren in English once more. They talked the entire class yet again, getting some knowing glances from nearby people. Romance was brewing, and that's when the gossip started. 
 
 Thomas had n't really been too known in the school, but apparently Lauren was. She's a genius, known for her spot-on GPA. Along with her knowledge, she was a great person in general. Mentally AND physically perfect, he concluded. 
 
 On the bus ride home one of the more popular kids sat next to him, much to his confusion. 
 
 `` Hey?'' Thomas's voice and expression showed his puzzlement. 
 
 `` Hey there. Lauren's new little friend, right?'' His voice was deep, and.. a bit threatening. 
 
 `` Oh, uh.. yeah, I guess I am.'' He could n't help but smile at the mere thought of her. 
 
 The large man nodded slowly, examining Thomas with his eyes. After a minute of this treatment, he left without an explanation -- or without saying anything really. Thomas did n't let this odd occurrence stomp him though; it was Christmas, and he needed to get her a gift. 
 
 Day 3. 
 
 He had figured out that Lauren's favorite animal was an arctic fox, and her favorite candy was skittles. Combine both of those and Christmas, and he had gotten her a cheesy, but thoughtful gift. 
 
 ``.. Thomas, I did n't get you anything..'' She sounds guilty and sad upon saying that, but Thomas just smiled. 
 
 `` It's fine, you do n't have to get me anything! I just like to see you happy.'' His voice was no longer shy and awkward around her, but rather, confident and cheerful. Lauren was indeed happy, and hugged Thomas. That was a first. 
 
 Thomas hesitated before hugging her back, consequently taking a gentle, subtle sniff of her fragrance. Roses. His smile widened, but dissipated slightly when he saw the same man from the bus yesterday watching a few meters away. 
 
 He gently lets go of the hug, looking Lauren into the eyes. That restored his smile to full capacity. 
 
 `` Hey, are you doing anything after school?'' Thomas barely held in the excitement building in his voice. Lauren's expression changed to a happy, relieved stance, as if she was happy that I asked. 
 
 `` No.. but maybe I will be?'' She smirks at the gentle, flirtatious line. Thomas, prior to this girl, had never really flirted before. He was a great beginner though. 
 
 `` I think you will be. Yesterday you told me you were heading to a coffee shop a block from school around.. 6 PM?'' Her smirk only widened after Thomas had said that. 
 
 `` Oh, of course! I forgot about that.'' Her playful tone drives him wild, and she slides a piece of paper into his hands. His eyes hesitantly look down from her captivating gaze to the sheet of paper. It read; 
 
'856-927-2312', and a small heart next to it. When I looked back up she was gone. So was the man from the bus incident. 
 
 The date at the coffee shop was a blast for Thomas. They spoke about everyone and everything that they wanted to, shared plenty of common interests, and gossiped lightly just for the fun of it. He brought up a mild concern. 
 
 `` Do you know a man with black hair, a bit taller and more buff than me?'' Lauren's expression softened into a more.. shocked, status. 
 
 ``.. Yeah, I do.. why, did he speak to you?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. He sat next to me on the bus and kind of just stared at me.'' Lauren suddenly looked around in a small spurt of paranoia, saw something she did n't like, and stood. 
 
 ``.. Thomas, can you walk me home tonight? I..'' She hesitated, unable to speak. 
 
 `` Of course Lauren, when do you want to leave?'' This was answered when she grabbed his hand, pulling Thomas along. 
 
 Both Thomas and Lauren were silent as they walked to Lauren's house, which was apparently a 10 minute walk from the cafe. Nothing happened thankfully, but Thomas sure as hell was n't looking forward to walking home alone. Lauren refused to talk, but gave Thomas a firm hug before retreating to her house. 
 
 A sense of dread built up in Thomas's chest, all too familiar to him. He knew what he meant, and slowly turned around. 
 
 Across the street stood the tall man, a knife in hand. 
 
 Thomas only had a moment's notice to react as the man took off towards him in a full on sprint, and he knew he could n't outrun the brute of a man. 
 
.. So he pulled something out from his pocket, stopping the man in the middle of the road. Thomas aimed the item at the man, who quickly raised his hands, knife dropping. 
 
 `` Leave.'' The man did n't need to be told twice, and took off further into the neighborhood. Thank god it was night, or the man would have realized that all he did was pull out his phone. 
 
 Day 6. 
 
 Thomas stared down at the report card. A's in everything but English. Unfathomable. Unthinkable. Unbelievable. An F. A fucking F. Thomas rarely screamed, yelled, or showed anger, but today would be different. He threw the report card at the wall with a yell, and dropped his book bag onto his bedroom's floor. First some brute tries to kill him, and now his GPA crashed due to English. Not to mention that Lauren has been silent around him as of late, which was driving Thomas up the wall. 
 
 Thomas's fist finds the wall, blood left behind upon the dented drywall. His fist smashes into the same spot again and again, blood and skin being left behind with each punch. So much pent up anger. So much frustration. So much. So much. 
 
.. The drywall began to feel moist and wet where Thomas had set his target, and he stayed his hand on the next swing. 
 
 Thomas stared down in silence. 
 
 Her red hair blended in near perfectly with the gory mess that was her face, one of her teeth wedged deep into his knuckle. The remnants of her once beautiful emerald eyes lay lodged deep into the bloody heap of her outer skull. Thomas slowly leaned up, the realization not yet hitting him. He would n't have the realization either, as a bullet entered his skull from a nearby police officer, a look of terror and revulsion in his expression.
