She looks at him. So innocent in his sleep, peaceful, like everything is all right in the world. A tear falls silently and she kisses his forehead. She leaves the note, on the table, next to his bed. When he wakes up, he’ll see. Leaving silently, she knows she must do this.

Once outside, she slips into her car, her tears already falling too fast. Hiccuping, she brushes the tears away furiously, starts her car, and leaves. It’s dark after she arrives, perfect, no one will notice until it’s too late. She gets out of the car, walks around and opens the trunk. It’s time for what has to be done.

She takes the picture out of her pocket, looks at it one more time, just to make sure. Grabbing her shovel, she closes the trunk with a hand and walks away.

Letting the shovel rest outside of her door, she slowly picks the lock and squeezes inside. It’s dark in here. And it takes her a minute to adjust to her surroundings. When she does, though, she can make out the living room, the stairs that lead up to her room. She hesitates, then walks up the stairs slowly, making sure to stop, just in case she wakes up.

Once upstairs, she slowly opens her bedroom door. She is lying in bed, a bottle of beer clutched in one hand. As she makes her way to her bed, she wakes up. Her eyes lift lazily then she notices the stranger in her room. Bolting up, she yells.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

The stranger speaks. “You know, I’ve heard of you. So much…about you. I really hate it, Elaine.”

She grabs her knife, looks at Elaine.

“It’s time for you to leave us, and never come back.” She says softly, advancing slowly. Elaine moves back, brandishing the beer bottle like a weapon.

“I won’t leave him alone, I love him and he loves me! You’ll see, he’ll leave you!”  All too soon, her back hits the wall. Elaine has nowhere to go. Her only weapon, ineffective against her rage.

She dodges as Elaine tries to hit her, then punches her in the stomach. Elaine vomits from the beer, and she draws back, wanting her death to last a little longer. She circles around and kicks her over.

“I can’t wait…You’ll no longer be here. And then..He will only love me! Haahahahahahahhaaaa!” Her laughter, insane, resounds in Elaine’s mind.

As she is crawling, she is kicked again. Elaine coughs, blood dripping from her mouth. She leans down and takes her face in her hands. “You know, we would’ve been great friends. I don’t see why you had to be like this. But, oh well, it doesn’t matter. hehehe.”

Pushing her knife to Elaine’s throat, she looks her in the eyes and mouths “Sorry” just before the knife slices in deeply, making Elaine gag on her own blood.

She sits with her, until she is dead. Then she gets up, takes the sheets from her bed and wraps her in them. “So long, love.”

Half dragging, half carrying her outside, she picks up her shovel and starts to work.

The digging takes forever. She feels it in her muscles, her back, it all hurts. She rethinks her exercise routine. The boring sound of the shovel hitting the dirt seems to last much too long. She’s sweating, furious that it’s taking this much time, when she feels the first raindrop hit her head. Looking up she curses the skies as the rain pours down. Damn bipolar weather.

With the hole finally dug, she can put Elaine to rest. Pulling the body in, She uses it as a stepping stone to get herself out of the hole. She covers it with all the dirt, well mud now, and then walks away.

On the way home, she breaks down. Stopping her car; she lets the tears flow, the heartache over this crime, the denial, the worry, she lets it all out. Once she is done, she gets out, and throws the knife and hides the shovel.



“Huh? What?”

He looks at her. Spacing out, as usual. “The cops are here. They wanna ask you about Elaine.”

Allie freezes. “What about her?”

“Well, they think they know who the murderer is, isn’t that great? They just wanna confirm who it is with you.”

He sounded so happy, telling her this. She couldn’t bear to tell him that she killed Elaine. Just couldn’t do it. This whole thing had messed up. She was supposed to have all of his love. All of it. But, she was doomed now. They knew. Slowly, she rose, knees shaking, she walked into the living room to talk to the detectives that had been working the case.

“Hello…Detectives..” Her voice faltered as she saw the knife in the bag.

“I’m guessing this is yours from the looks of it.” Detective Ross said. “Cuff her.”

Everything else went in a blur, the tears spilled over. He rushed in the room, and hugged her.

“I’ll never let you go, Allie. Never! I love you! Only you!”

He kept yelling as she was dragged off by the police and hauled into the car. Three days later Allie was on trial. She was found guilty of voluntary manslaughter and sentenced to life in prison.

Two days later, he killed himself. When his mother visited Allie in prison, and told her the news she broke down.

“I just wanted his love…Just wanted him to love me.” She said, over and over again.

Later that night, her world disappeared.


~ by dcreature93 on August 10, 2011.

One Response to “Untitled.”

  1. Yes, I have a facebook. My name is rachel rolley. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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