It's All a Lie

Ch. 17

Psychopath
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I watched from my bed as Madeline and Bailey ran back and forth fixing either their hair or their makeup.

I was sitting on my bed with my dress on waiting for them to be done. I finished getting ready 10 minutes ago. "Remember the dance starts in a few minutes," I called.

"I'd rather not show up than not look my best," Madeline said as she was fixing for makeup.

"It's okay, we can be fanishionsly late," Bailey smiled as she straightened her hair.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," I called to my friends as they stared at the door wondering who it was. I took my crutches from beside my bed and fake limped to the door.

I leaned on the door to balance myself and then pushed open the door to see James. He was wearing a navy blue suit and his curly brown hair was parted to the side. His green eyes look me up and down. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Are you saying I don't always look beautiful," I joke.

He goes red and stutters, "No... it's not that ..um..you..."

He stays red. "It's a joke, are my jokes really that bad?" I sigh.

"NO, it's just I'm not used to hearing you make them."

"Anyways," I add, "why did you come to our room."

"I wanted to ask if you were ready and wanted to walk in with me."

"I turn back to Madeline and Bailey, but they are making faces and waving their hands telling me to have fun.

"We'll be the girls with the group of boys around us as we walk in," Madeline jokes. I smile and limp out of the room with James next to me.

     The party was filled with students from Freshman to Seniors. Everyone was smiling and having a good time. Like Madeline and Bailey said, they were fashionably late and as they walked in single boys turned their heads to watch them. Somehow I managed to befriend two of the most pretty girls in the freshman year. Madeline and Bailey danced the night away. They were laughing and always in the center of the dance floor, except when they were drinking fruit punch or eating snacks.

Most of the time I was sitting on the benches, but for a few songs James let me lean on him for my ankle to dance. It made me feel bad for lying, but this is who I am.

It was now 10 pm. I tell James that we should go somewhere and lead him to the entrance building.

Since it's homecoming tonight everyone shouldn't be in the building, so we have it all to ourselves. It is so dark I have to feel for the door. I push the door open and limp into the room with James behind me.

We walk into the room and I lock the door behind us. James walks farther into the room and I slip my hand under my dress to where two short knives are strapped to my leg with a short black cord. Once one of them is in my hands I lean the crutches on a wall and walk over to James who had his back turned to me, his eyes looking around the room.

He turns back around after I walk closer. "What are you looking at," I say.

"Nothing really, just admiring how clean the room is for how little it's used," James says.

"Yeah," I nod in agreement.

I go to wrap my arms around James, but he looks down and notices my knives. "Why do you have knives Esma," his voice starts to rise in panic.

I throw my head forward to clash with his head and he stumbles back a few steps. While he is still in shock, I run back towards him and kick him in the stomach. He falls on his back and I raise my arms to give the final blow, but James grabs my wrists and my knives fall to the ground.