The call disconnected. I looked down at Olivia and winked at her. Then I got even closer to her ear and whispered into it.
"If you don't die this time I'll kill you and I'll make it hurt."
The blood still pouring out of her lungs from internal bleeding. I remembered how I mentioned about the pills I went upstairs and took them back then pressing them into Olivia's clutch and putting them in her bag so they have her fingerprints on them. I stayed by Olivia's side until the ambulance arrived 13 minutes after the call. The whole time I couldn't stop smiling. I was so proud. At one point I put my hand over the wound pressing down really hard and then I made a fist and started pushing my fist into her wound. She couldn't speak but I could tell she thought she was going to die. I wanted her to die. And I wanted to make it slow and painful. I wanted her to look me in the eyes as she realised she would take her last breath before me. That I would watch it. That I caused it. That I wanted it.
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Happy birthday Olivia
TerrorJust your average best friends since forever...on the surface, but underneath there's nothing but hatred. And Goregia is about to serve up a dish that's freezing cold.
