The Target

One-Year?

Three words! It took three words for me to sober up. Adam enters while I still stare in his direction with the door wide open. "What-what do yo-you mean? Whe-ere is Ma-Macy?" My voice is weak and raspy. It's taking everything in me to stick up to reality right now. Adam turned and looked at me. His eyes were flared up with so much rage and hatred that I couldn't help but feel somewhat uneasy and scared. "You! You did this, didn't you?" Adam said suddenly, pointing at me. My eyes widened. Is he serious? "What? I did not-" But Adam screamed before I could complete, "STOP FUCKING LYING! You were jealous. Don't deny it. I saw it every time she came even remotely close to me. You hated her. But did you have to kill her?"

"Adam, I-I didn't do it and you know it. I am the victim here. It's happening all around me. You were there. You were always there. Where is all this coming from?" I stood there pinned to the wall, surprised that Adam accused me of murder when I am already going through so much. In one swift move, Adam was facing me. "It's always about you! You, You, You. Always complaining about how insanely fucked up your life is. None of us can catch a break. NONE! Some killer is after YOU. But who died? Huh? Who faced your consequences? Lewis did. And-And Macy did. It's actually quite shocking how I managed to breathe so far," Adam spat. He held so much hatred right now that all I could do was sink into myself as he continued blaming me. The way he brought up Lewis brought back so many memories. My frown deepened when he mentioned himself. "Adam? Why are you saying all this? I didn't do anything. I hate this so much. Everything is going wrong. I know my life is fucked up and it's taking your's and everyone else's down with it but I would never... I liked Macy a lot. And I wasn't jealous of her. If anything I was glad you were one of those people who treat their inferiors with so much friendliness. I liked, no, loved your friendship with Macy. Please, stop blaming me. I didn't do anything," I sobbed as I stared deep into Adam's eyes.

But Adam's face held no emotion. I couldn't even see anger. All I could see was a blank expression on my boyfriend's face. Boyfriend?  I scoffed at my thought. I don't think this relationship exists any more. It's too hard for me to face reality.

We stared at each other for a long time. Until Adam flinched and walked out. I sunk down and cried my heart out. I didn't know Adam hated me for Lewis's death. Maybe Macy's death triggered him. Adam has lost friends because of me. He has cried himself to sleep because of me. I walk over to the couch and check the time on my phone. My eyes suddenly fall on the date as well.

24 December. In a few hours, we will complete our one-year. My mind drifts off to the memory of us deciding to make our relationship official.

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It's been two months since I met Adam at Harry's birthday. I was a mess then I know but I still couldn't help but feel an attraction to him. He was just so gorgeous and he has helped me a lot. Tomorrow is Christmas. Should I do it?

Before long I am driving off to Harry's house for Christmas eve. I am so excited to see him. I have hung out with him time and again after Harry's Birthday party and I think he likes me too. But do I really want to risk it all?

I pull up at Harry's driveway and notices Adam's car. I take a deep breath before pushing open the main door. I make my way through the crowd since Harry has a lot of friends. My mind is still lingering with questions of whether I should do it or not, but I am going to block everything out and let my body and booze take control of me.

Soon enough, I am dancing. My eyes desperately search for him. Harry noticed my restlessness and pulled me off the dance floor and lead me to the hallway where it's comparatively quiet. "Stay here! I'll get him," he says before he trails off and returns with Adam a few seconds later.

I am not drunk enough to face him. But I will suck it up and get to the point. But before I could speak, Adam blurted, "Amy, I like you." I gazed at him as he started explaining everything. I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I lost my conscience and kissed him just in time for the fireworks to announce the arrival of Christmas.

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My eyes are red from all the crying and my throat hurts. My head is spinning and I can pass out any minute. I get up to get some painkillers but the dizziness pushes me back into oblivion. Adam is not here, so I have to manage on my own. I hold my head as I start my long and painful walk to the first-aid kit. I gulp two pills down with water and get into bed. I know Adam won't come home tonight. He is pissed at me and for some reason, I don't blame him as much as I should. But my heart still aches for one thing.

Macy's dead.