The Dead Girl Who Killed

The Only Part

I backed away from the girl, cautiously watching her as she spun a sharp steel object between her fingers. I hadn't realised I hit a wall until I felt the pressure on my back.

The girl before me redirected her eyes to me and brought the knife to her face. The moment seemed to freeze here, no noise except for the brisk air slowly flowing around the room and... the almost inaudible noise of and old, creaking swing.

My eyes focused ahead of me again noticing the girl had taken a step or two closer to me, the tip of the knife was now also closer. I quivered back, knowing my fate if i didn't run, but where to?

I looked forward, hearing the giggles of the adolescent. I took a wild guess thinking that she was laughing at my fear, which would be correct.

I took the chance of her being distracted to try and run, but I was caught! Within a blink of an eye, the sharp object was thrown at me missing by mere inches.

At that, I froze in a state of shock, bit my thought were uncontrolled.

So... She thought this was a game?

°FlashBack°

I looked forward focusing on everything but the eyes that bored into the back of my skull. I knew why they were staring, I knew more than well what they were thinking.

They all had that same,boring thought. They thought of that girl. That girl who was...Dead. That girl that I killed. In all honesty it was a true accident. She just, got on my last nerve, so I beat her behind the the school.

She died of blood loss, while I was standing there, while I could have done something. I chose to do nothing. I watches her die, watched her be in pain. A pain I used to feel.

I had hidden the body in the woods after it dawned on me that she wasn't breathing. Next to the body there a really old looking swing and just a few paces to the left there was an abandoned cabin.

People had told the police I had killed the girl, they believed nobody. They found the fucking body, they still didn't believe that I could do that. Those stupid police bastards still saw the innocence inside me. The innocence I no longer held.

The funeral for that girl was held in the woods, apparently she was poor so a real burial was out of the picture. The guilt inside me grew and it felt as I'd it was flipping through my insides. I had to go back to the woods.

•FastForward•

I walked through the labyrinth of trees, the cool air of the evening nipping at my skin. I slowly navigated through the woodland area and arrived at my destination. That place happened to be a small burial sight and an old swing.

I stood there for moments that seemed to last hours, waiting until my instinct told me to go home. The breeze that glided through the air seconds ago turned into a slightly stronger wind. My hair flew above my head and a gentle creaking made itself known next to me.

I listened to the noise, in a trance because of it. As if my body moved by itself I sat, the moss moist underneath me. The moment I sat down the wind around me became more violent, pushing the swing twice before the swinging and wind came to a hault.