Classic 83

Roof-top Chat.

Song: No Feet Mailman, Rain on Fridays

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Gregory's POV
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"So, how are you?" Cindy asked me, as we walked down the street to wherever she was leading me.

I shrug silently, still upset from the funeral. "I uh could be better. I just miss him, y'know? It's not the same without him.."

I could see her eyebrow twitch, but I don't know why.

"Yeah.. it sucks that he's gone." Cindy says through gritted teeth. Why is she acting so strangely? "Evan was really nice."

I ignore her suspicious mannerisms and nod in agreement. "Yeah.. Too nice for his own good."

We walk in silence for a while. Cindy walks into a neighbourhood, with me sticking close behind. The air is chilly, yet the winds are soft in their breeze. I examine the trees that we walk past, all the same. Blooming leaves with blossoming flowers, all connected to a rich brown coloured trunk. Normally, I see nature as my playground, but it's actually nice to see them in a different way. In a different mindset.

"Hey," Cindy abruptly mumbles, cutting me out of my train of thought. "We're here. Sort of."

I nod and look in front of us. I'm met with the sight of a 3-story glossy white building with a porch at the front, most likely Cindy's house. On the right side of her house is a bunch of sharp and tall stones, looking like they'd hurt to fall on. Yet on the left side is a bunch of flower pots, displaying many different kinds of flora.

"What are we doing here?" I ask, confused.

"I just want to show you something."

Cindy grabs me by the wrist, dragging me into the house after opening the door. I don't bother resisting since I'm interested in what is so important to show that she has to literally drag me by my wrists like I'll be running away.

We get up to the 3rd floor. "Wait here," Cindy says, not giving me time to reply as she walks away. I mumble, "I don't have time for this," under my breath, not loud enough for Cindy to hear.

She eventually comes back with a ladder and props it against the wall as she climbs up it. Cindy opens a trap-door in the ceiling, which I'm assuming is the attic. My arm is grabbed by her, and she drags me up, too. The attic is dark and dusty, the only light source being a circular window. Cindy walks over to the same circular window before opening it. She climbs out, and I see her sitting on the roof. I grumble, climbing out after her.

If my mum catches me up here, I'll be dead. She stricting restricted me from going on rooves after I broke my leg due to the fact that I was screaming Copacobana by Barry Manilow, which caused me to get distracted from balancing, so I fell off said roof. It was fun, though.

"Sooo.. What did you want to show me?" I ask quizzically, tilting my head.

Cindy sighs, staring off into the distance. "Just the view. You can see the whole town from up here, and further - It's pretty. I like hurricanes in the summer."

"Understandable, I do too."

"...I only really brought you here so you can get your mind off of Evan. It's not healthy sticking with the past.." Cindy mumbles softly, getting a sigh from me in response.

I stare off into the distance. She is right. You can see the whole of the town from here. It's nice. But then she randomly gives me a 1p coin. I look at her with confusion written all over my face.

"Tell a secret for 1p?" Cindy smiles, and I roll my eyes with a small smirk.

"Shitty deal, but alright." I throw the coin up in the air repeatedly as I think of something to say. "..I like boys?"

(no shit!)

Cindy's expression darkens before she nods. I can't tell why she seemed upset. I can't read expressions that well. Unless someone's sobbing, then I'll know they're upset.

I give her the 1p back. "Secret for a 1p?" I smirk, raising an eyebrow.

She takes the 1p and seems to be thinking. Something flares in her eyes, but I can't tell what. Cindy then leaves over to my ear and mumbles something.

"You're a retarded faggot."

My eyes widen in shock, but before I can respond she pushes me off the roof - I grab the drain pipe before I can fall completely, but my hands are slippy since I was wiping my tears away with them.

"WHAT THE FUCK CINDY!" I shout at her, and she stands up, standing over me with a sharp glare.

"You heard me. Go to hell, shithead."

She stomps on my hand that I grabbed the drain pipe with, I let out a wail of pain and jerk my hand away, making me fall.

All I can feel is pain, blood rushing out of my body from injuries. My head is dizzy, and I can't see straight. All I can do is scream in pain, wanting to alert at least someone of my despair - yet nobody answers, and it all goes black.

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Cindy's POV
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I watch as Gregory hits the sharp rocks that lay below, tearing his skin. He shouldn't have liked boys. He should've liked me. Though it doesn't change the fact that it was a gorey scene.

His left eye was torn out, and a smile was carved into his face. His stomach was slit open, and his arm was completely torn off, whilst a leg dangled off, holding itself onto the torso with a mere muscle. I can tell he's dead.

Good. As he should be.

I rush back into the attic, run down the stairs and outside. I grab his corpse, including the torn off arm, and rush to my back garden. It's a good thing the majority of my neighbours are away for the summer holidays, it makes my life easier.

I drop Gregory's corpse, dumping it beside a tree. I enter my house, rummaging around the place for a mop and water bucket. I do have to clean the evidence, don't I?

It took an hour or two, and I'm surprised nobody has seen me - I mean, it's a bit suspicious to see an 11 year old mopping blood off of razor sharp rocks, isn't it?

Eventually, it's all clean. I pour the bloodied water into the sink, rinsing out the remaining blood with clean water. I do the same with the mop and carefully step outside. My eyes are met with Gregory's undamaged one - like his corpse is staring at me. It nerves me, and I wonder if it was a good idea to kill him. It may have been an overreaction.. but it was understandable.. right..?
I mumble to myself as I tiptoe over to the corpse, like I'm scared of awakening it. I pick it up, and it's light due to how little blood. I wonder where I can hide the body until my eyes land on one location.

The forest.

My back garden is connected to a forest, a small gate at the back leading out to it. It's the perfect place to hide a body, as it's restricted to the public. It is private property, after all. Nobody will check there! And if they do,

Who'd suspect an innocent, little ginger girl?