Snowy Night

Snowy Night
The snow was falling hard that night. I knew it would be a good way to catch him off guard. He was walking back to his apartment from one of wild parties on campus that he always went to. I hate everyone that goes to those parties. They all think that there so much better than everyone else but he’s the worst. He walks around like he is the most popular guy in the world. I hate him. He has always treated me like I was a nobody. That will never happen again. I have stopped him.
I was watching him from behind a tree. I started following him. He didn’t even notice I was there. I was walking behind him but just to the side. It was easy for me to hit him. The baseball bat connected with the back of his head. He fell right to the ground. I hit him again in the back. I wanted him to see who was doing this to him. I wanted him to see me. I turned him over and he looked at me but said nothing. I made him suffer. I broke both of his arms. I just kept hitting them. Then I broke his legs. I could hear the snapping of the bones as they broke apart. I hit him in the chest 4 times. I wanted to break him. I wanted to KILL him. That’s when I hit his face.
The blood was everywhere but the snow was covering it quickly. Each hit to his face was filled with all of the hatred I have for him. I stood over him when I was done. His face was completely disfigured. He was a stain in the ground. I hit him one more time just to hear the crunch of his bones. It was time for me to leave. There’s no way that I will get caught for this. My footprints are covered by the falling snow and his body will be by morning.
I walked three blocks to where I parked my car. The white jumpsuit I was wearing was covered with blood. I was wearing other clothes underneath it so I took of the suit. I threw it in the trunk and drove off into the night. I got rid of the suit 10 miles from him.