Dear Ted,
I don't think I've talked to you in a while pen pal. How's life in Michigan? Ha ha... Well I just wanted to ask how you'd go about killing someone close to you and not getting caught. Looking through a law book has no real answers. I guess I could use the library's computers, but I'm not too sure the internet has any of the answers, I mean most people these days rely solely on the web, but I was never raised online like many kids. Poverty is getting really annoying. Almost as annoying as Mattias these days. Yesterday he was higher than Mt. Everest after snorting half of my stash and he didn't pay me back. In fact he walked about claiming to be superior than me and the rest of my pals, since we were poor and he was quote; "f-ing loaded". Stupid rich boy is driving me insane. That's what I get, the lower class should never interact with the upper class. 10 years of my life I've spent with this child, at first it was all good, but now he acts like a spoiled brat. I gotta cut him off my stashes. Almost got caught by an officer the other week. Matt's fault per usual. Then here's me talking to you about all my problems. It's been since the third grade hasn't it. You've probably moved by now. Just so you know Sterling Colorado is still a hell hole.
Sincerely, Your most penniless pal
Dear Ted,
Joseph, my best friend at this time, and I have done it. We fooled him, I'm trying to write this as fast as I can before Matt gets here, I'll tell you about it later!
Alright Ted, It's done. I'll have to explain, I wrote to you only two weeks ago so you're probably confused. I guess I'll have to tell you about my life since I left off. Matthias has left me with no choice and I'm telling you why, ok?
So three days after I wrote that letter to you, Matthias did the worst thing you could ever do. He comes over to my place, all whoopty doo on drugs, bringing his girlfriend, Emily, who also is all strung up. They stay over for some pizza and a movie they brought along because they wanted to see how the movie looked on a poor guy's t.v. I say fine, obviously Matt is intoxicated and would never want to watch the movie here if he wasn't. That was my mistake.
You see, Emily is a nice person and all, but you always hear on those PSA's that you're not you when you're high, or something along those lines. Well when she is under the influence she's a total bitch. So I order the pizza with some of my own personal savings. After a bite I go to sleep, and when I wake up to this horror that is my living room, vomit on the side of the couch I was sleeping on, video games out of their discs, pizza droppings all over my table, some liquid was spilt on the t.v., and they rummaged through all of my things. Looking for any hidden stashes, and they found one of my packets. They were nowhere to be found. They left me with this mess.
This is what pushed me over the edge. Matthias always tries to steal my drugs, whether he's high or not. If I ever stopped my addiction Matt would drive me back. I hate his guts, but still hang out with him. He was a friend once, like a nice guy and all too. He now acts like a self entitled jerk, he pulls 'pranks' on everyone too. It's not that funny either. He still thinks I like him around, but that's not at all the case.
Ok, so now I'll tell you about what me and Joseph did. We planned this and all for about a week and a half, the murder of Matthias Gunnerson. This plan was basically fool proof and no one would get caught, right? So we wait until Mattie get himself into trouble with his parents, so he'll be grounded to his room. That took no time at all. Then knocked on his window at night, told him about a really good dealer near and all that stuff. So he gets his whole allowance! This is where we were like, whoa, didn't think he'd bring all that dough, he had on him 2,500$ says he was going to spend it all for some good stuff, right? We hang out for a bit, talking to him, the poor kid didn't know he was hanging out with the people who were there to kill him. He even told me he felt safer around me. Well, he'll feel something later. We walk down this river by overland trail that we never go down, going farther and deeper, Matthias was uneasy by the water, since the last flood he almost drowned in and all. We decide to pounce, I take out my pocket knife and Joseph his mom's meat cleaver out of his bag, the cleaver was swung first, landing in a diagonal line, just under Matthias's left eye and going down across part of the mouth to the chin. His face was so shocked, he had no idea what was happening. I go in and stab his gut three times, and Matt yelps, starts screaming for help, but we were isolated. Joseph gets another swing at the face, Matt moves out of the way a bit, but the cleaver goes straight through his left ear, giving it a big tear down the middle of it. I get back it, Matt is squirming around so I pin him down, he looks at me with tears in his eyes, like he's asking why, why are you doing this to me? All I do in return is jab my knife in his chest, about two times, Joseph slowly places the meat cleaver against Matthias's throat, making sure the blade was on the right track, then put a bit of pressure, and cuts through the jugular. He pulls it out and we grab what we can from the body, then we throw it into the reeds and water. I swear he was still gasping for air when we picked him up.
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Epistolary test
ParanormalAn epistolary story I made in highschool. Its was something I was really proud of at one time. I still like to read it from time to time, but I have the hard copy.
