Creepy Tales

Lisa

My eyes open, my head pounding. I slowly sit up, my head rising from the steering wheel. God, what time is it? I search the pockets of my jeans, looking for my phone. I take it out of the pocket, turning it on. It's 10:07 a.m. Wait, what the- this isn't my phone. My eyes widen. The two girls on the phone's lock screen stare at me, smiling. Isn't that L- oh my god.

I immediately turn around, leaning over slightly to look behind me. I turn back around, my hand clasping over my mouth. Lisa. How did I forget about Lisa? I let out a frustrated groan, resting my head on the wheel. Where even am I? I lift my head up, looking outside the window. I let out a long sigh, looking at her again. She's laying down across the backseat, eyes closed, scarf around her neck. She's wearing her new red dress that she...or probably Nick bought her, especially for the party last night.

God, I must've been so drunk. Or out of my mind. Or...both! I lift up my hands to rub my eyes. What am I going to do? Why did I have to go to that party? I didn't even want to go in the first place. If it weren't for my mother telling me "Oh honey it'll be good for you to go to a party for once." I wouldn't have gone. I wouldn't have killed her.

I begin to sob. Why Lisa out of all the people there? Why'd I choose her? Memories then consume my mind, my brain. Lisa was washing her hands in a rush, probably trying to hurry up to get back to her friends or her boyfriend. She had so many friends.

She dried her hands with a paper towel before looking at herself in the mirror, making sure her hair was perfect. It always was. Then that's when it happened. She glanced at me, just for a second, and then I strangled her with an ugly scarf I had gotten for my birthday, struggling to hold her in place. Her eyes widened in fear and confusion.

I clamped my free hand over her mouth to quiet down the choking noises she was making. She instantly reached for the scarf with both hands, trying to get it off of her. After a few minutes of her gasping and reaching for my face, and hitting me several times, I finally felt her body relax and she became limp. I repositioned the scarf so it looked natural, and grabbed her purse from the counter. I put her arm around my shoulder like she was my drunk friend and walked out of the door.

Music blasted in my ears, lights flashing, people dancing, drinking, yelling. Really was the perfect setting for a murder. I was praying that none of her friends or her boyfriend saw me, so I tried to be as fast as I could, rushing through the crowd and avoiding broken glass and bottles on the floor. I heard someone say "Woah, she's completely out, dude! Too many drinks, Lisa?" With a loud laugh, his friends around him grinning. I walked past him quickly, hoping no one heard that. Also I had a...kind of a witness.

After I finally left, I walked over to my car, unlocking it. I laid her in the backseat, looking at her face for a moment, my eyes watering. It hurts to see her like this. Lifeless. "I'm sorry, big sis." I said in a shaky voice, before shutting the car door and driving away.