TUMBLR-Inspired One-Shots

Aha!

Song-inspired! Song is "Aha!" By Pentatonix. Honestly, this thing may not be that good, but oh well! It's kind of an early Halloween one-shot, but this song really puts me in the mood to write a creepy little story kind of thing, so, here you go!

Eat, sleep, breathe it
You're full of the stuff
Go back and tie it up tight.

You smirk as you finish tying up the black garbage bag. You've put miscellaneous items in it to disguise my figure. I'm staining them and the bag red.

My extremities are limp as I'm tossed in the back of a car. Eyes forever open. I don't know how you could bear to see me like this. Your best friend.

"Now I won't have to worry about you anymore, you bastard."

Go on while no one's looking

The wheels scream as you hightail it away.

I'm number one.

Cost you to keep me quiet.

"No!" I scream as you dash toward me. I'm pinned against the bridge support. I can feel the graffitied concrete through the cutouts in my dress. Arms up, purse in the river. I'm defenceless.

"Turn around," you order. I twist and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for a humiliation that wouldn't come.

Golden boy boots, pocket pedestal
Making sharp smart moves
Plastic, tin can, paper separator

With my back turned, what I didn't see was the letter opener from inside your coat plunged into my back. Crying out, I dropped to the ground, and you left me with an admonishingly cocky snort.

I was number two.

No one's ill at ease

I was an innocent one.

And put their deepest Swiss bank trust
In you
No one saw it coming

I trusted you. I never thought you'd do this to me.

Hook, line, and sink 'er for a four wheel drive

You took my truck.

Parked it outside the pool, then asked me to move it.

Being the fool I was, I said yes.

Little did I know that the gas pedal was stuck, conveniently sending me to my death- the windows of my truck sealing my fate.

No one saw it coming

I watched you laugh as I sank.

I was number three.

But sneaky in suburbia

You pushed me to the ground.

I wasn't like the others. You killed me in my home, you bastard.

Aha!

It was me sneering as I died.

Candid camera!

Little did you know that I had cameras.

Recording everything from you first dropping the poison in my cup to you making your little speech to me.

Gotcha now!

I win, bastard.

I may be number four and dead, but I win.

***

Cost you to keep me quiet

You didn't notice at first. That was intentional. It began as a nudging of pens, of books, a wayward cursor on a computer.

Then we began expanding.

Doors slamming. Fuse boxes flipped. Cars turning on. Your new wife was surprisingly loyal.

Then, one night, the time came.

We cornered you and your wife in your bedroom. You got out.

We closed you in outside. I, your number four, grasped a pillowcase, and smirked.

Aha!

"I win." I whispered as you squirmed, and your screams were soon silenced.