Not Guilt

Utter

"I freaking hate this club! Why do I have to look after these shits! Ughhh!", I cursed for I-DON'T-KNOW-HOW-MANY-TIMETH. 

"What I hate more than the club duty is that that shitty senior whose name I never bothered to ask bailed on me! Oh, how dearly I wish someone would kill her." I continued my rant to Audrey and Rose. 

"Do you want us to kill her for you?", said Audrey.

"I will be glad. It would be one thing of my plate!", I said jokingly.

"How", asked Rose.

"First, lore her into the school's backyard. Lock her in the old warehouse and leave." I said lightly. It was a common joke. Everyone said that that warehouse was haunted and spread the story of how she died as this. We had talked about it before how none of us believed it.

"OK.", said Audrey in a daze.

I did not like the sound of that ok, but I brushed it off. That was a habit of mine. To always just brush it off, ignore the problem. If it was Anvil she would have asked further, been suspicious, been right, been cautious. But I was not Anvil. Never could be

Audrey and Rose were my classmates. The only ones I was close with after Anvil. The others never clicked with me. They were good people however sometimes the vibe does not match. And other times the opinions or the behavior doesn't. It wasn't easy to make friends. Sometimes you make enemies in the face of friends and other times traitors. Audrey was a blue-eyed and black-haired piece of fake sunshine. She just thought that being toxically positive was the best way of comfort in this world. So, her means of solving problems was to disregard them completely. In her 'my little pony' world everything was sparkles and rainbows. But I didn't hate her for it. It's hard to live in this world with all the pressure on your shoulders, but I did find her annoying once in a while. She was familiar. As we both had similar interest. But foreign when it came to living.

Rose was, on the other hand, a shipwreck. She was your typical teenager with dating and family problems. I had listened to her rants and given her some advice. In the process I too became affectionate and though I was helping her out of curiosity I actually started to see her as a friend. Audrey was blond-haired and had greenish hazel eyes. She had good looks had to give that to her. But she was a bit too sensitive.

I grabbed my bad and left after saying bye to the both of them. 

I had no idea what I just did but for some reason I was very happy.

That night I slept peacefully after eating a piece of a cake.

"You have cleaning duty today, right?", my homeroom teacher asked.

"Yes mam." I replied.

"Then clean the warehouse too. It smells like shit in there.", She said. Placed the key on my desk and I took out a tissue out o my pocket and wrapped the rusted key in it.

I smiled and left.

It was obvious why she wanted me to clean the warehouse. Just because I am the class president, I am supposed to do all the work? It was so obvious. She had always been jealous of me for getting better marks than her daughter. So, she found different ways to torture me. It was clearly said by the principle that the warehouse cleaning was the teacher's responsibility. And no student was allowed to enter the warehouse because of unheard dangers. 

She either wanted me to die or to be sent to the principal's office. Well, whatever I will just open the door and leave. And then give her the keys and when people find out the warehouse was left open all the blame would be pushed on to her and she would face the consequences of her actions and if she tried to push the blame onto me, she would dig her own grave. Luckily there were no students in class at the time she gave me the key.

The smell was really disgusting. I started at the rusted lock for a long time. I didn't want to touch that disgusting thing with my own hands. I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and tore it in two pieces. I grabbed the key with one piece and the lock with another to open the lock. 

The sight was one to withhold. 

A naked body lying in a pool of blood. The flesh was peeled off of her skin and was used to tie her hands and feet. The teeth were sown inside her cut-up throat. Blood mixed with urine and excreta colored the floor crimson. Every part of her body was abused beyond repair. Feet severed; hands nailed to the ground. Skin peeled and sown. But one thing was left intact. Her face. The brown hair and blue eyes. The silly dazed eyes and a mouth which was always stupidly flung open. It was senior A. 

I couldn't hold it in anymore. Who could have done such utterly terrifying thing. 

I laughed.

"He he help." stuttered the senior.

Ugh way to ruin the mood. But still, this could be fun too. I smiled. 

I raised my foot and stomped on her face. Again and again.

I closed the door and started cleaning the backyard then I left. I knocked on the staff room door and placed the key on my teacher's desk. I met Audrey on my way back. I smiled at her, and she too smiled back. She asked if I wanted her dad to drop me home since it was late. I accepted gratefully. I got onto her car and greeted Mr. Jones, her dad, and Mrs. Jones, our homeroom teacher. After getting home, I ate dinner and did my homework. Then I fell asleep.

I have never been so happy.