Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

Crazy? Why does everyone say that? The doctors say that there's nothing wrong with me! But my citizens say otherwise. It's not like I killed anyone, yet. It all started a year ago. My wife was bugging me about how I need to get a fitting to go into town. I had just successfully won America into a monarchy. Yes that's right the Great US is now ruled by a king, soon to be a dynasty. I Dash Russ Huffington knew that America needs to be ruled by a king, not a president who can't do much. So I knew this guy named trump, he had to be the craziest person I knew. That's why I told him to run for president in the first place. My plan did not work overnight thou. It took nine years to make this work. After Trump's third year people were mad, he was not going to be president again, so I found another person like him to go in the running. The US went up in flames! It was perfect!  That's when I stepped in. Well burst my way in, but same difference. Anyway now I will start my documentary right before my first appearance. I assure you I'm a great leader. I'm not crazy! Yet…

“Honney! Are you ready to go greet your people yet? They look a little annoyed!” My Wife shouted to me. 

“Almost!” I shout back. I turned to take one quick look in the mirror. My black suit was freshly ironed, my blond hair was back in a 50s style ( my favorite time period) and I had on my nice royal blue shoes. My face finally stopped swelling and looks normal now. I have my perfect face now that I had plastic surgery. My jaw bone sticks out now, (how the ladies like it) my nose isn't as long anymore and my forehead doesn't stick out. While I had that done, I had my eyes had changed color permanently, to the royal blue. I may be 28, but I can still look young! 

I walked downstairs to find my wife was all dolled up. She has the face of an angel, her brown hair was in a beautiful bun made to look like the flower she is. She wore a stunning red sparkly skin-tight dress, that I had laid out for her, along with red stilettos. 

“There waiting, darling,” she said with a forced smile like she always has, ever since I blackmailed her in high school.

I opened up the doors and my crowd was creaming! 

“Oh, I knew they loved me!” I said lovingly to my wife. I walked outside and was about to give my speech when… Buzz Buzz  “sweetheart your phone?”

“Yes  will meet you outside”

“Ok” I don't want to keep my fans waiting. I walked out and went to the podenme.

“Hello? Yes I know he's crazy! I knew he was weird in high school but I don't think he would take over the US?! Sleeping with him is horrible! I can't. Ok. where do I hide the body then? Ok, talk to you later. Love you! Bye, see you next year if all go according to the plan.”

“I will make sure that everyone will be free and I will get this country out of debt. But before that, to make sure everyone is equal and to do that everyone will wear a uniform” I stated proudly of my plan. Then everyone screamed in happiness, obviously. 

The past days were a blur. All I remember were the people screaming a lot. But not because they were happy, they were mad! How surprising! They didn't like my idea of uniforms. I keep it the way it was necessary.

A year past. Things were starting to die down a little bit. Well not really. Who knew the American people were so relentless. There ok with a bad president for a few years but when I try to help them they get all in a fuss! Anyway, so far I have taken away almost all of them their stupid amendments. They now only have freedom of speech. My workers are not happy, but since there life is on the line they seem to do as they're told. I only needed to make 3 examples for them to stay inline. I have been so busy lately that I can't write as much. But other than that I have established certain books children are allowed to read.The school has a whole new curriculum to teach. For instance, the schools will now teach kids how to build rockets and learn how to perform simple surgeries and cheek ups. They will also learn farming and marketing. This will start tomorrow. And it will be ok because it is the start of a new school year. People are not liking the fact that the death toll is a punishment though. They also don't like some of the new laws I placed. The rules are more strict in the ways of crime. Like don't be caught without your uniform on or you could be thrown in jail for a couple of years, depending on who sees you. I have to go and make a speech about trashing the streets now. I might not be able to write for another while, so I'm signing off for now.

This is Jessica, the crazy person's wife. Now I know this is weird, but I need to get my story out before I attempted murder. I want to let you know why I doing this is why Dash is so crazy. This is going to be weird and after I tell you this story, just think. I know Dash will never read this and I am also planning to write after the Murder and every detail. I just need to have someone know the truth. It all started when I was In high school. I was popular. I was skinny, pretty and didn't need makeup to help that. I'm blonde hair and crystal, blue-eyed girl. Not rich. My mom died when I was 7 due to cancer. I was an only child. My dad was a good friend of my labor. His dad died in a car crash when he was 5.She was nice and had a child named Dash, yes the crazy one. Only I thought he was just weird growing up. Nope! Where some kids have quirks and flaws, Dash has a mental problem. I dated him for all of 3 weeks that's when I learned that he likes to take advantage of woman and girls. I got out of there as fast as possible, but not without learning some key things. One, he only dated people with blue eyes and blue or brown hair. He wanted to make the perfect child. When he told me that I went to the police telling them his plan. The blew me off because I was 15. Then a year later some of his ex-started to disappear, and their parents were all found dead. Then at lunch one time I was outside with my friend eating lunch at school when these people attacked us, we tried to fight back but they kicked us out. Next thing I know he was in some dark room with all of the other girls that went missing. I was tied to a pole just like the other girls. We were torched. Dash was the one who did it, along with his horrible friends. After a week I found a way to escape. Once I found the police I forced them to follow me to his location. Long story short my friend and I helped everyone go home safely, well we found out some of their parents were alive thankfully. My Dad and I moved to New Jersey. Then 10 years later I went back to Portland to visit the teachers and explant what happened all those years ago. That's when he struck again. He did the same exact thing as he did all the years ago. The second time he was mad and blackmailed me from things he found when I was In high school. He forced me into this marriage and now I must end him.

I did it. I finished the deed. The awful crazy man is dead. Never to be heard from again. Here's how it went.

“ Hunny what are you crying about.” He asked in his faked nerckring voice.

“ Why are you like this?” My voice cracked as I looked around the bathroom for my equipment. I saw the duck tape, the sword I had my sword from my ‘protective weapons’ and slandered out the room.

“ I love when you were my favorite pink flower PJs,” he said lovingly.

“You are a horrible man, and the thing is, I don't even know if you're a man anymore.” Still, I was crying I would have to carry the burden of a murder on my chest for as long as I live. Was I ready for that?

“ what do you mean I'm not a man? I took over this pitiful country and I'm helping it get back on its feet,” she spoke defensively.

“ you have no respect for woman and no respect for anyone but yourself,” I said fersly. I was ready to go for the kill.

“ That was a while ago, you can’t still be mad at me for that!” she said with a quiver.

“ It's time for you to end,” I growled. I took the duck tape and started to peel it, I was ready to pounce.

“ This world Will go into flames! So get away from this country” he barked at me.

Confused that did not stop me, I sprinted over to him and wrapped the silver tape around his neck. He struggled as I wrapped it tighter. He was coughing gasping for air. His face was turning a bright shade of purple. Then I covered his mouth and took the sword out from its case that was slung over my shoulder. With one quick jab to his stomach, he was laying on the floor. The blood spilled out from him. His limbs were still moving so I decapitated his head from his body. The bones stuck out as the blood spilled all over the white carpet, like milk on a table. It was done he never screamed, never tried to fight me. Why? Did he actually love me, or am imagining all these years of pain and suffering. Was this a dream? I looked down at the sword and realized how much blood was on the sword. Too much. I threw up next to the body making me barf more. Now I must figure out what to do with the body. I shoved it into a hot pink duffle bag zipped it up and walked out of the white house, called a cab to go to the graveyard. Once I got there I dug a 10-foot deep hole wide enough to fit his huge shoulders in I then dropped the body inside. But I keep the head. By the time I came back, it was midnight. I hid the head in a back plastic container until the next day. I woke up called the press outside and I walked up to the podium as I held the head by his hair. 

“ This is the day the bad people end and we regain democracy again! “ I shouted into the crowd.

They cheered but they were still confused. that is when I held up the head and everyone gasped. The eyes were rolled into the back of his head and his face was still slightly purple blood was still dripping as the crowd yelled in excitement while some were grossed out. That's when the bomb went off.