The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Thirty Two

Song of the chapter is 'If I Die Young' by The Band Perry

Photo is of Nina Dobrev who plays Marnie in my head

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Before leaving my backyard, all five teenagers conversed about what they had to do now in order to not get caught.

"Okay, well obviously we all need alibis because when her body is found floating in that pool," Mackenzie started as she pointed her long manicured finger in the direction of my dead body. "Everyone at the party will be questioned," She said as she then began to lead them towards the patio doors which separated the bloody scene from the party guests.

"We already fucking discussed this, we know what we're doing," Tyler snapped as he shouldered past Mackenzie in an attempt to get through the door.

Mack's face turned from a sickly sweet smile into an icy glare but she didn't say anything. In order to make it look less suspicious, Annabelle and Caleb went first considering they were now some sort of weird couple. Several minutes later it was Mike's turn and then Tyler's.

Shiftily, Mackenzie spun on her heels after Tyler had gone through the door and walked towards the pool. I watched her from the opposite side of the pool, both of us staring at my dead body floating in the murky red water. I couldn't quite believe I was dead - it didn't feel real.

"I warned you, babe," Mackenzie sneered as she crouched down to get a closer look at the bullet hole in my head. "I had to do this, I hope you understand that. I did love you like my best friend Khloe, but then you had to go and fuck up," she tutted at the end of her sentence before she got back up to her full height. I felt dazed as I watched the psycho bitch pull the gun from her white clutch along with a cloth. She began to clean the gun as best as she could, obviously trying to get rid of Tyler's fingerprints. She continued to stare at the body as she furiously swiped at the gun before she suddenly stopped as though she had had a lightbulb moment. I looked on, completely horrified. Because I knew that look and I knew Mackenzie like the back of my hand. I had noted all her little habits, the particular looks she gives, the way she flips her hair when she wants attention. I knew her so well that I felt everything stop again as she pointed the gun into my already dead body's direction. She aimed at my head and shot again. The force sent my body back below the water's surface and even more blood began to intermingle with the already bloody water swirling around me.

Mackenzie crouched down again as she watched my body begin to submerge again. "That wasn't part of my plan you know. But I felt a little jealous of Tyler," her voice was cold and her eyes gleamed with excitement. "I know I'll finally get who I want, and it's all thanks to you, Khloe. Thanks for dying, sweetie - you'll never know how much I appreciate it," with that she bounced up and teetered off in her trashy high heels towards the patio doors. I watched from the same place I had been since I had died as she pulled the cloth out to wipe the door handle and then placed the gun near the door almost as if she wanted attention to be drawn to it. As she slipped inside, I heard the faint click of the door locking meaning no one without a key could get out onto the deck.

I sat in silence for hours. I watched as the sun began to peak over the tops of the trees at the bottoms of the yard. Early morning birds sat alongside me, completely oblivious to my presence. I couldn't quite believe I was dead. I didn't understand what was going on. If I was dead, why was I still here? Why could I see my body? Hours had passed and I couldn't take my eyes off of my corpse. There were so many questions running through my mind. Who would find what was once me? What would the police think? Would I ever get justice?I wanted to cry but I didn't know how. Could ghosts even cry? Was I a ghost?