Her pale body lay still on the snow, her red blood harshly coloured against the icy white ground. The eyes that held so many memories are lifeless and cold. Tears now flow freely down my face as I lift her dead corpse into my car. My heart is heavy with guilt for I know I am responsible for her death.
I pull away from the patch of blood red snow, my tyres screeching as I hit the gas, the quick burst of speed washing away my emotions. As the snow falls my tyres start to lose grip, yet I still keep my foot firmly planted on the accelerator. My heart starts pounding wildly as the reality of what I am doing sinks in. I killed her. I killed my best friend. As I drive I think, what came over me? How did I bring my self to hurt her? To kill her?
My eyes burn as I speed towards Oshcot woods. I wind the window down, so the wind can soothe my puffy red face. I still can't believe it. She's dead. I killed her.
I pull up on the edge of the woods. While looking around, checking the horizon for cars, I notice the dark storm clouds speeding across the sky. I know I need to hurry. If the clouds catch up to me before I bury her, my plan will be delayed. I hurriedly pull her body from my car boot. Swinging her over my shoulder I run. I know my way around these woods like the back of my hand, not as good as her, of course, she knew them better.
I sprint as fast as I can to the big, old oak tree, the only fitting place for her burial, as this was the place we first met. So many of our happiest memories were here. Gently I lie her stone-cold body on the ground. Running my fingers down her silky blonde hair, I whisper "goodbye, my darling."
The spade in my hand feels heavy. The hole in the ground is quite large. Before I roll her into the ground, I kiss her forehead one last time, then she is gone forever. Her crumpled body lies at the bottom of the hole. Slowly I fill her grave, my tears occasionally splashing onto the dirt.
The patch of bare earth is painfully obvious. I try to cover it with sticks, but nothing will hide her grave. The only choice I have left, is to risk it. I pick my way carefully through the snowy grass, careful not to leave a trail behind me. As I feel the first drops of rain on my face, gladness fills my heart; my plan has worked out perfectly. I run the rest of the way to my car, neglecting to eliminate any trace of my passing.
My key slides into the ignition smoothly, but that's where the going gets tough. I turn the key, and the engine splutters, before dying. I try several more times, but the result is the same. If she had been here, she would most likely have known exactly what was wrong, and fixed it, but she's not, because I killed her. She is dead.
My eyes fell heavy, I try not to fall asleep, but I soon cannot resist the urge any to rest any longer.
Squealing sirens erupt around me, waking me from a light sleep. Jumping from my car, I race into the woods, only to be met by searching white lights. As soon as I see the moon-white beams, I know that they had found her. I know that they will find me. If I was to spend the rest of my life in prison, then I would rather die.
Knowing what I had to do, I picked up a rock that was lying next to me, and threw it, straight at a nearby tree. The stone cracked, and fell to the ground, revealing a sharp edge. I slowly lift the stone blade to my wrist, and cut, whispering "hello, my darling."
