Her

Chapter 23

Saturday, March 12. 

A day I would never, ever forget.

It was storming really bad. It wasn't exactly the best weather to be driving in, but I didn't care. Because I had some very important things to do.

Aiden was gone. He wasn't in my life anymore, but that doesn't mean I stopped keeping tabs on him. I was parked by the curb, facing his house. I watched as his car left his driveway, and sped away. He didn't notice me. I looked over to the house on the left. 

Elena.

I ran from my car and crept alongside her house. No one's home, except her. I watched from her bedroom window, the only light on in the house. There she was, that little bitch. She was laying in her bed watching TV. It disgusts me, looking at her bed. Is that where Aiden cuddled with her, is that where he fell in love with her? The bile was rising in my throat. I puked on the side of her house, then wiped my mouth. It was time.

I smashed the window with a rock, startling her. She screamed as I climbed inside.

"Stella?" She asked, and I could see the color vanish from her face.

"Look, I'm sorry about Aiden, I-" She tried to defend herself, but all I could see was red. I held the rock in my hand, and rushed over to her.

She screamed and cried, ducking with her hands covering her face. 

"Please!" She cried.

Then, a thought came to me. At first, I didn't really have a plan when I came here. I was gonna bash her over the head. But something made more sense to me. She isn't worth going to prison for. I had a better idea.

I dropped the rock, it made a loud thud sound as it hit the carpet. I crept closer to her, she was huddled in the corner of her bedroom.

"You took everything from me. You think you're so much better than me? You took my fucking boyfriend, my fucking happiness. You should've killed yourself." I spat. I was being possessed by a demon. This wasn't me speaking anymore.

Elena was shaking, her face soaking wet with tears. She looked like a disaster. She looked horrible. It satisfied me to see her looking this bad. 

"My life's not fucking perfect. Why do you hate me so much? I never did anything to you." She sobbed. "I hate my life, that's why I tried to-" 

I started choking her as she was pinned against the wall. I kept applying more and more pressure. I was wiping her off the face of my earth. She won't be here anymore to ruin my life. This is what she wanted, right? I was doing her a favor.

She fell to the ground, lifeless. I didn't know if she was dead or not. But I wasn't done.

I dragged her heavy body to her bed. I went into the kitchen, searching for a knife. The sharpest one I could find. I could see my reflection in the knife, and I could no longer recognize myself. Who am I anymore?

I met Elena again as she laid in bed, her arm dangling off the edge. I grabbed her arm and made slits. Blood pooled on the carpet and in the bed. I took a step back, realizing what i just did.

My heart dropped, and I was shaking. The red film over my eyes was back to normal. I fell to the floor, crying. 

"Oh my fucking God," I cried. 

I ran to the bathroom, spilling my insides in the toilet. I couldn't stop throwing up. I looked back up at myself with tears. The girl in the mirror, I didn't recognize anymore. I'm a fucking murderer.

Trembling, I slowly walked back to her bedroom. It reeked of blood. I started searching her room for something, anything to tie the story together.