Book of Short Stories and Poems

Story 2: Mystery

The forest was dark even though the moonlight shone directly on us. "Us?" the officer asked in complete shock. "Yes" I replied. The 'us' was me and... the dead girl. There was no accomplice, no plan and at that point no motive in the eyes of the onlookers. But they wouldn't know she hated my guts and so did I. "Tell me more" officer Mckay said intrigued as he wrote everything I said on a notepad.
"Where was I? The forest... You see trees in the forest were tall and there were plenty of leaves." I paused to make sure I had his full attention. The forest was the perfect place to hide a body and if this was a novel I'd have comitted the perfect crime. "You'll get a lighter sentence if you say how and why you killed her" he said impatiently. "I'm getting to that part." The victim, Katy was 20 years old with light brown, hair blue eyes and was a mulatto. The media saw her death as a hate crime as she was not only a person of colour. In short, I only came forward so as to mot be labelled as a homophobic and racist psychopath who preyed on an innocent young woman. "But you aren't you a psychopath?" the officer replied. "Yes...I am".
Katy was famous for dating around and had 24 ex partners. She wanted me to be the 25th. "You refused?" he asked cautiously. Of course! Katy slapped me and went on a rampage spreading rumours afterwards. If she couldn't have you no one could and as much as I admired her beauty, I didn't want to become one of her 5 minute passions. I stopped to look at the caucasian officer sitting before me. He was absorbed in my story so much that if I wanted to escape I could but I continued.
I was invited to one of her parties. "In the woods" McKay asked as if confused. You clearly have never heard much about the deceased victims habits or did her parents tell you she was an angel? Her parties consisted of 3 people: her, her love interest and an unknown other. We went into a cottage. It was around 7 when we arrived at the small little cottage and I could tell based on it's design that it was built late in the 18th century. I expected her to take me inside but she lead me into the woods. Katy never responded when I asked why we went into the woods. I felt threatened as she kept muttering about how much she cared about me and if she couldn't have me no one else could. She tried to hit me but I ran away. "Where was the 3rd person?" the officer asked. I'm not sure.
In the end... I hit her with a rock at the back of her head. I'm no bio student but I've read enough true crime to know how to pull off a murder. I took a large thick stick, hit her in the back of the head until I felt like stopping and... "And?" he asked with a look of fear in his eyes. "I laughed then cried. I regret killing her" I said coldly. "Why?" he asked again. I looked at the clock and replied "I think it's time for me to call my lawyer". "Can I ask one thing before I leave" he said. I nodded in response. "How did you hide the body?" I smiled as I replied "that's the thing officer, I didn't".