My Act. By Kaylee Takacs

My Act.

A girl narrates a series of violent events where they are betrayed and attacked by someone they trusted. In self-defense, she fights back and ultimately ends up killing their assailant. The police arrive and arrest her, leading to her placement in a psychiatric hospital where she manipulates her way to early release. Upon release, she seeks revenge on those who wronged her, culminating in a spree of killings including the original assailant. The protagonist shows no remorse and revels in the chaos she creates, even setting a house on fire. She is eventually caught again and returned to the psychiatric hospital, where she feels her sanity slipping away and eventually commiting suicide by jumping out of a window. The story ends with the implication that the protagonist's evil nature may even frighten the devil. The narrative is filled with themes of revenge, manipulation, violence, and a descent into madness.

Feb 25, 2025 | 6 min read

I got put into a Psychiatric hospital. I put on the Ms. Good Girl act and after a year I got out because my results grew at an impressive amount each day. Every single day I replayed the words, I. Will. Fucking. Kill. You. All. I wasn't lying. I tracked down the first one and killed her with rat poison. I broke into her house and put it in her water that she had on the counter. Then came the next and I strangled her to death. Then the third came and she was just the worst so I made her have the slowest death ever. I put her through hell and Then I finally drowned her ass in her own bath tub. Last but not least the actual killer. I made sure he got what he deserved. I tracked him down and ran up to him giving him the biggest hug ever. It was all just an act. We were both psycho and crazy. We both kill people for amusement and to feel the shot of adrenaline shoot up into the veins. "You did it!" He says spinning me around. "HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU WISH!" I pulled an act and acted like I was in love with him long before we started killing people. I made him think that I loved him. I made him think that I wasn't going to kill him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled the knife that he ALWAYS has in his back pocket and I stab him in the side of his neck and make sure that it's right above the jugular so that he too can die slowly. He used to abuse me when we were together so when he got hit by a car and forgot his memory I found it as a way that I can get revenge. I look at him lying on the floor, covering his wound trying to stop the bleeding. He taught me everything I know about killing, So i showed him a little bit of empathy and kneeled down by his side and said "Thank you." I got up and walked away. I lit a match and threw it at the house and soon it caught on fire. The police and fire department came in 5 minutes and I was there. Standing. Smiling. Laughing. I walked with my hands up in the air. Once again I was put in handcuffs. Later on I owned up to what I did. I told them every single detail. I would laugh whenever they would throw up when I told them what I did to the last guy.

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