FROM THE VAULT: Locker Room Massacre

This is nothing new, just a piece of expressive writing written circa 2001.

He was tired; had enough of the daily abuse. The words flung at him, the footballs flying in the direction of his head, the parting of the sea of people in the locker room; guys lining up, backs to the wall covering their arseholes as if he were into them.

Casual clothes day, he came to school dressed in nothing but black – shoes, pants, shirt, dog collar – even his socks, hair and eyes were black. His cheeks were black from the streaked eyeliner and mascara, a result of the emotionless tears rolling from his eyes. The black trench coat dragged behind on the ground, keeping all the black inside.

For the last time, he entered the locker room, walking in a straight line made just for him, so he doesn’t infect the others with the fag-disease. People pointed, people laughed – but he smiled for the first time in that room. His mouth was a black rose; a smile of charcoal lipstick.

Straight through the walkway, entering the male toilets at the end. Standing there, looking in the mirror for the last time, leaning on the sink, a wide-spread muppet-like smile across his face. Splashed some water on his face and unbuttoned his coat, then walked back out to the ridicule of his peers in the locker room. This time he wasn’t sad. He was happy.

One big grin was given to the boys for the last time before turning straight-faced as he flung the trench coat to the ground, revealing the fishnet arm-warmers covering the scars on his arms.

With the blink of an eye, he pulled two semis from his pockets and opened fire. Everything went in slow motion – one bullet driven through the forehead of the lead jock, another ten through his face and body before collapsing lifeless to the ground in a pool of blood. No one was smiling now. No one was taunting or laughing, except he.

Ten minutes later, his job was done, standing there amongst a bloody mass of corpses – body atop of body, a bloody orgy. He turned and peered out the window, at first giving the police a glare, then a smile, before breaking out in laughter, finally putting the barrel deep in his throat, pulling the trigger, and it was over.