My ex-best friend. My most trusted ally betrayed me. Hurt me in the worst possible way. It used to be the three of us. James, Roxane and me. But then the party happened. James went of to get revenge; Roxane left after James; and I was left alone and abandoned. But then I got Kyle, who only pitied me. Roxane. My beautiful ex- best friend. She was prettier then me and she could have gotten any guy she wanted. But she didn’t want any guy. She wanted James and James wanted me. I guess that makes her jealous. I never even noticed is the sad part. I wanted James as well. Whenever we would try to get together, Roxane would interfere. She didn’t want us to be together and I never knew. I couldn’t even realize that my best friend and me were in love with the same guy. I guess you could say I never really knew her.
I sit in my car listening to the radio. I lean my seat all the way back. Putting my hands behind my head. I listen to a Katy Perry song. When it finishes I hear the host say,
“Now is a special song. By a special person named Faye Benson. Hope you all like it.” I open my eyes and immediately sit up. I hear her voice. I start crying. Because it was so beautiful and this was probably what she wanted. No not her. Me. I did this for me. She doesn’t deserve this. I hear a knock on the window and see Bethany. I roll my eyes at her and let her enter. She sits in the car and looks ahead,
“This is Faye?” she asks. I nod my head, “The voice of an angel.” She says,
“Yeah.” I agree. She sighs as we sit in the silence. It wasn’t awkward it was just tense,
“I’m sorry, Hope. What I said was stupid and immature. I forgot that you and James used to be friends before the…shooting.” I don’t reply. I stare ahead into the open road. She was struggling. She wanted me to forgive her. I was all she had. All her old friends ditched her because they didn’t know what to do with her. She needed me,
“It’s just hard to imagine him doing something wrong. I’ve been with him for years and he was always…perfect.” She said silently, “I guess I was wrong. No one can be perfect.” She stares ahead as we listen to Faye’s voice. Her voice haunting us. It was weird listening to her. She was dead and there she was sounding so beautiful. So alive,
“The boys we were in love with were both monsters.” I said finally. She looks over at me,
“Please tell me. I’m ready now. I really am. It’s been a year. I’ll never get over Adam but I need to know.” I take a deep breath and look over at her,
“I’m sorry Bethany. But I’m not.” She looks away, “I have some things I have to sort out right now. I just can’t right now.” She looks back at me and gives me a tight smile,
“No problem.” She gets out of the car. I bring my seat back up and start the engine. I drive home fast. I run into my room and slam the door. No one was home thankfully. I look at the walls of my room. Filled with pictures, posters, little sticky notes. I walk over to a picture of me, Roxane, and James. All of us smiling and looking at the camera. It was summer and we were all in our bathing suits. We were happy. I rip it off the wall and tear it into pieces, Dead. Both dead. My room filled with pictures of now dead people. I rip it all down tearing them into pieces. The posters and the notes. Everything ripped off and shredded. I’ve changed I wasn’t sweet old quiet Hope anymore. I was a tornado. I was destroying everything. I go into my closet and see Roxane’s band t-shirt. I grab a pair of scissors and tear it apart. I was crying and sobbing and yelling and cursing. I was uncontrollable.
After a while, I lie on the floor. On top of all my destruction. I was an animal. A monster like James. I killed her. I killed Roxane. And the worst part: I didn’t even feel guilty.
I look over at Roxane as Kyle’s body crumbled to the ground. She was there crouched in the corner. Waiting to die. I felt so mad and betrayed. My own best friend had been the cause of it all,
“How could you?” I whisper. I must have looked terrifying. Blood splattered on my face with tears pouring down, “You were my best friend. My closest ally. I would have done anything for you. What did I ever do wrong!?” I screamed at her,
“You had what I wanted most!” She screamed back. I scoff at her,
“You could have anyone you want. Anything you want. Your parents are dirty rich and your beautiful. All the boys fall to your feet. What could I possibly have that you don’t?” I yell at her,
“James.” She mutters. I gasp at her,
“This is over him! You hurt me for some stupid little crush!” I was crying, “You betrayed me for this.”
“You really think any of those guys really loved me? They only loved my body. But the way James looked at you. I wanted that. I wanted James. But you stole him away from me. It’s all your fault. I mean come on. He’s willing to kill 11 people for you. That’s got to say something.” I look over at James. She did all of this for him and he did all of this for me,
“I was raped.” I whisper, “Because of you.” Tears stinging. I couldn’t even see straight, “You know how much I wanted to wait until I was married. You have no right.” I was so angry I could barely form words. I hear James sigh. I turn around and grab the gun from his hands. It felt heavy and warm for being held so long. I use both my hands to hold it up. My hands were shaking so hard,
“Hope. Let go of the gun.” I hear James from behind me. I shake my head,
“She deserves it.” I spit out. Roxane was looking at me, shocked. She didn’t think I could do it. James takes a step towards me. I point the gun towards him,
“Hope stop.” He urges,
“No you stop. You killed 10 people.” I point the gun at Roxane again, “She deserves it so much more then they did.” She smirks at me,
“Unlike those 10 kids. I’m not sorry. You deserve what you got. You whore. You stole what was mine. You never deserved James.”
“Rox. Stop talking.” James urged. She laughed,
“She’s not going to shoot me. She just a pathetic little bi-“ Gunshot. Blood spilled out Roxane’s mouth. She looked down at her. Shocked. She touched her wound. She dropped to the gorund. Dead. I drop the gun and look at my hands. What have I done?
My mom enters the room and looks at the mess I’ve made. I give her a small smile as if saying ‘sorry’. She smiles back at me and leaves the room going to get a couple of trash bags. What she didn’t know that she just stared at the face of a cold-hearted killer.
