Thornhill High

preface (unknown pov)

    I hate cleaning up blood. It's so annoying. Shit goes everywhere. As if it wasnt already hard enough to cover a murder. Dispose of the body , make sure no ones around, make sure theres no cameras. On top of that fucking cleaning being a top concern is just annoying.

   I dragged her , her hair now half covered in blood, no longer looking all princesslike. I stuff her in the gym bag, it's a struggle. She has long, once elegant, legs but I manage to kind of fold them. I zip the bag and take out the bleach and disposable rags from the janitorial closet. I've been wearing cleaning gloves the whole time , well since she's been gone.  so I'm already ahead of the game.

   I scrub the floor clean of any trace of blood, throw the rags in a side pocket on the old gym bag as well as this one bottle of bleach. I know our school never keeps inventory, has lots in stock. Id never leave any of this shit here. It may be my first time but I want to at least try to avoid a rookie mistake. I walk out the doors of Thornhill High, into the black veil of night.  No one's around at 1 a.m. Security only stays as long as us. I walk throuh the woods to my truck and put her in the trunk. I stand next to the truck with the stolen phone I used to hack the school camera system. I smash it against a rock , it has no ties to myself even if the police did find it. I change gloves.

   I drive off. Now for the fun part, disposal. I drive for 2 hours out of town. It's now 3 a.m. I pull into another forest in a nothing town, and I get out of my stolen truck. I lower the tailgate and pull the gym bag out. I pull out extra cloths I had and the rest of the bleach to clean the truck bed; just incase. Out of my jacket I pull out a bottle of vodka and pour it all over the bag. Next came the matches, I struck a couple and threw them. I change my gloves again and get back in the truck.

    I drive another 2 hours back, it's about 5:20 in the morning. I park the truck at the used car dealership which workers start coming to at 6. they're too broke to get a security system. Leave the keys. I walk to the towns walking trail. 5:30. Once covered in trees again I take the empty alcohol bottle and discard it in the trash can. I walk to the hospital parking lot. 5:45. And dispose of the gloves in their dumpster. Along wih the hundreds of others in it, some also bloody. Same brand.

   I walk back to the party house. 6:10, Saturday. I chuck off my coat. I lay down on the front lawn. Theres a couple passed out a ways away from me. I take my hair out of my hat, mess it up. I take another bottle of vodka out and drink a couple shots straight. I smudge my eyeliner and mascara down my face. Taking a sharpie i write with my non dominant hand "SUCKED MAD DICK AT 2:27 A.M." across my stomach. I look up at the stars just starting to be greeted by dawn now, and go to sleep.