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Sophia twirled a lock of her raven hair with her slender finger. She was doodling on her finished math homework with her other hand, decorating the borders with simple flowers. The small drawings helped her calm down. It was one of her comforts. One comfort, out of a few others, along with a certain dark little secret than nobody would expect from a small, seemingly fragile and mute girl.

A smirk crept its way onto her face at the thought.

"That reminds me..." she mouthed to herself.

Sophia walked barefoot to the guest bedroom. Sprawled and unconscious on the floor was a girl about the same age as Sophia. The girl's name was Angelina, part of Loyola High School's popular clique. Loud, obnoxious, good-girl in front of teachers as well as a backstabber, Angelina was the stereotypical, teenage bully. And, to make it evermore complete, Sophia believed that it was her job to bring down the mighty.

The black-haired, shorter girl pulled out a sewing kit from beneath the bed. Several needles looked rusted, yet she paid no mind to the red crust. Instead, she slipped a black thread through the eye of one needle and tied it securely. In one swift motion, she pierced the skin above Angelina's upper lip. Angelina's eyes opened wide. She screamed and thrashed about, but her desperate movements did nothing to help her situation, as her hand and feet were bound.

"Shh... It's okay. Nobody will hear you." Sophia said sweetly. Her plastered smile was the strangest contrast to her empty, steel grey eyes.

"You! You can speak...?!" The bewildered victim gasped before wincing in pain. The puncture wound made by the needle widened slightly and began to bleed.

"Imbecile," Sophia scolded, her happy-go-lucky demeanor dropping within a second. "Stay still, and this will be all over." She grabbed a nearby bat and smashed Angelina's side. While Sophia's strength was barely anything, the amount of momentum added to the blow was sufficient enough to knock the wind out of the girl. Sophia even managed to hear a large crack.

By the time Angelina recovered, tears already stained her cheeks. Her once perfect eyeliner was a smudged mess. "Please! I'll give you anything! I'll do anything! Just let me go!"

Sophia paused and stuck out her bottom lip. She lightly tapped her chin, imitating deep thought. "Anything, you say?"

The injured girl nodded desperately. "Money, popularity, you name it!"

The smaller figure let out a crazed laugh. "Aha... Ahaha... HAHAHA!!!" Sophia dropped the bat in her laughing fit and clutched her stomach. She feigned wiping a tear from her eye before her eyes turned dark. "I'm sorry, but I must finish what I started." Picking up the wooden bat, she landed a few more blows on the helpless girl. Angelina's beautiful face began to bleed. Both tears and crimson liquid poured down her face profusely. Once Sophia was done, all that was left of the high-and-mighty Angelina was a shuddering, sobbing figure. "Now then..." Sophia grabbed the needle once more and continued to sow her schoolmate's mouth shut.

“I am usually thought of as complete silence." Sophia said softly. "You first thought of me as mute, unable to speak. The truth is that I was never able to express myself to you clearly with my selection of words." Suture by suture, her delicate hands wove the needle in an out of Angelina's skin. "Therefore, my actions will allow you to better understand me. They will show you why I am what I have become. A serial killer."

Before placing the last suture, she grabbed a small vile of concentrated foxglove poison stored in the sowing kit and forced it down her victim's throat. She cut the thread and tied it, making sure the handiwork was secure. Within a few seconds, Angelina began to shake violently, and her screams began once again. Sophia sat on the guest bed, swinging her legs like a child. Her victim's body went deadly still in the following minute.

"A psychopath."

She dragged the still-warm body out of the room and out of the living room back door. Blood trails were left on the wooden floor, and Sophia grumbled, knowing she would have to clean it up later on. Luckily for her, there was a canal, hidden behind the trees of her family estate's backyard. Sophia dumped the corpse in the canal and watched as the corpse floated down the waterway.

"Q u i e t."