death can be so cute and pretty right?

1 Alice is a nice girl

Warning for all kinds of violence, anxiety, abuse, blood, mental health issues, obsession, trauma and death.

I am fucking obsessed with my cute killer girl friend.

Alice was new to our school, nobody knew anything about her family or where she came from but, what everybody knew, was how freaking beautiful she was. 

Alice wore simple white clothes so she wouldn't normally stand our but her crimson red hair and eyes were unavoidable to think about.

Me, personally, I dress all dark emo clothes because that's a sick style, I believe.

I talked from time to time with the people around my desk but it was only small talk. In our school people could choose where to sit when they arrived, yet people got used to their seats and subconsciously created the culture to respect seatings and not change them for the rest of the year. I was always seated at the back and some small groups seated together near me but this day there was no one in front of my desk so when it came time to Alice deciding where to sit guess which one she chose (and she had places to choose).

I was a little excited to have Alice in front of me, it meant a new chance of connecting with someone and if I wanted to sit together the rest of the year she would have to like me.

To my surprise, Alice was the first to talk to me.
"
What's your name? she asked with a smile.

"I'm Lana." I said.

"Nice to meet you." she held out her hand and I shook it.

For the rest of the day, she would turn back and ask the same thing, then we would smile and shake hands. I was excited to make a new friend, we would talk about unimportant things in class and help each other with assignments.

Days passed and I started to realize Alice was a shy, reserved, nice girl. One time we were having lunch and some people from our class approached us, "Hey, do you want to go talk over there? With those people."
Alice looked at me then back at them and said, "No thanks, I'm okay here."
"Alright." he said and went along.
I wasn't going to stop her if she wanted to talk with them, I felt selfish in a way since she stayed with me but then Alice tightly grabbed my hand and just shook it.

She always came with something interesting to tell me but this one day something felt different. She came in almost robotically without paying much attention to other things, she sat down without making a sound and rested on her arms.

"Did something happen?" I asked.
"Do you promise not to tell anybody?"
"I won't."
"I killed my parents, Lana."

After she said that I swear I couldn't have possibly known how to react. Do I feel scared? Do I take it as a joke? Do I even react in some way?

"Did you really do that?" I asked in a quiet voice.
"Yes, I really did." she answered calmly.

If you asked me what I thought was going on in her mind I wouldn't be able to answer. I had so many expectations for the future and for our friendship, I didn't want it to just end and for me to end up with nothing and no one again. I started feeling fear.

In a way I had always longed for something crazy, a tragedy of sorts to happen to me so I would have something relevant in my life happen but when you realize it's no longer fantasy you start to regret ever thinking so foolishly.

"Is it okay if I ask you a favor?"
"What is it? I said, with a feeling of unease and wonder in my chest.
"Would you help me hide the bodies?"

After a silence that lasted a couple seconds I said, "Okay."
I am now helping her commit a crime. But I don't know why she did it, maybe it was an accident or maybe they were abusive.
"Oh, you have no idea how much this means to me. She extended her arms and hugged me. It was a really warm hug. School finished and I had to call my mom to let me accompany my friend for "school" reasons.