Short Stories

"Playing games with me huh?"

You were waiting to leave for a day out with friends, you had to be out of the house and heading to your friends house for around 11am, so you leave your house at 10:45am, probably giving you enough time to go to the shop and then to her house. Which is what you did. You walk into to the shop and grab a bottle of Dr Pepper and walk up to the till and pay. "Hey, is that all?" The cashier asked. "Uh can I have a pack of B&H Blues please?" You ask. "Yeah no problem, can I just see your id please?" They ask. "Yeah of course" you reply with a smile. You show them your id and they grab your pack of cigarettes. You pay and walk to your friends house, grabbing a cigarette out of you packet and lighting it before walking.

People gave you weird looks as you're walked down the street, you thought it was because of you cigarette. But when you walk past a lamppost you see that there is a missing posters. You, apparently you're the missing person. But how? You've been at home all week. You open your phone to a message off your friend 'hey you're missing according to the news, are you okay?' You reply with 'yeah I'm fine, I'm heading to yours right now' they open it straight away 'oh my god you're okay, you haven't been at work all week, everyone has been worried sick' they reply. 'Wait what? How's that happened then, I literally called in sick what the fuck' you message back, 'hang on I'm outside yours' 'alright let yourself in, I'm in the kitchen.'

You walk into the kitchen. "Hey" you say. "Hey". You look up confused, it wasn't your friend at all, it was someone else. You didn't noticed them form the back but as they slowly turned around, it was your ex best friend. "What the fuck are you doing here" you ask walking closer to them, turning your head to see your friends body on the floor. "I see you've been playing games with me huh?" They ask, with one creepy ass smile. "What, no? I dropped you ages ago, what the fuck are you doing killing my fucking friends, is this your revenge or something? You want me back, so you kill my friends? And them you blame it on me playing games with you?" You say, slightly raising your voice. "No no, you've got it all wrong, I knew you were gonna come here for your day with your friends. That's why I was here before you got here, I know part of that explanations was right from you, I did kill your friends, but not for revenge. I just wanna kill you, you know, I got bored. And I've wanted you dead for a few years now, I mean while we were friends is anger you dead. I just felt this was the right time" they explain. You froze as they said the last sentence. "You're taking the piss? You're tryna make me laugh? Nah nah, not gonna happen. You killed my fucking mate because of a twisted vision you had. You're actually insane. Like you need help mate honestly" you say, they just laugh at the remark.

"Hey how about me killing you, we start a little frenzy, help each other kill people. Be friends again. Not struggle with one another huh?" They ask. "I mean it's a good idea, but I'd rather my mate be alive right now" you say, laughing. You pull a knife out of your back pocket, you both lunge at one another. They get the first hit, and a good stab to your left arm. But you pull back with a great stab to the back as they were turned around. They had dropped to the floor as you stabbed them. You flipped them over and stabbed them in the stomach "This is for her, you stupid bitch" you say, then she stabs you in the leg, you let out a groan. "Bastard" they shout. You out your foot on their wound, pushing it down, causing them to scream. You lift your blade back up. Then lodging it into the back of their skull, pulling it back out. And then stabbing them in the neck, causing them to choke on their own blood. Then, silence.

Your friends walk in while you drop to the floor with a stomach wound you didn't know you had, and obviously the wound to your leg. "what the fuck happened here!" One of you friends as "she's dead, they're both dead" you say, holding back tears. You still couldn't comprehend the fact the person you considered your best friend for a number of years could do this sort of thing just for something stupid. You had found new friends and then they wanted you dead for it.

Your friends called an ambulance and the police, and you had to give a statement while in the condition you were in, which you and your friends found stupid. But hey, at least the person that tried killing you is dead, but you're really going to miss the dead friend now.