Envy

Chapter One: Living Dead

I knew what to do.

I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I'm going to kill Luna, and at the very same time kill myself,

but not in the way you might think.

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I didn't have much time I had to work fast.

Our parents had both gone out to a date leaving me and Luna alone at home.

Now I had to wait for an opening to put my plan to action.

I watched Luna leave her room to use the bathroom, this was my chance.

I grabbed my pet Tarantula, Eight Eyes (who no one knew about because they never cared) and ran out of my room into hers.

Her room was pink and girly, a room fit for a perfect girl like her. It was nothing like my room with the grey paint chipped walls and dusty curtains.

I didn't have time to compare and contrast rooms, like I said, I had to work fast.

I placed Eight Eyes on her rose pink curtain right above her desk so it would be impossible to miss, and when she saw it her back would be to her door.

I ran back to my room and waited. Thankfully spiders don't move much so Eight Eyes should stay put for a while.

I heard the bathroom door open, and feet walking.

I waited to hear my cue and sure enough;

"AHHHHHH!!!!"

I dashed out my room and entered Luna's to see her standing by her desk with her hand over her mouth, staring at Eight Eyes who to her it seemed to be the most deadly thing in this room.

"What happened?!?!?!?" I exclaimed.

Good I thought. That was really believable if I do say so myself.

Shaking, Luna reitterated what she was pointing at.

"Holy Crap! That thing is huge!!!"

I should be an actress.

"Sit tight, I'll get the vacuum!!" I exclaimed as I dashed out of Luna's room.

I ran into the kitchen, missing the vacuum completely.

For what I was about to do, I didn't need it.

I grabbed the largest and sharpest knife we had in the kitchen and dashed straight back to Luna's room.

She was still staring at Eight Eyes petrified, Jesus fucking Christ what a wimp.

"I got the vaccume" I said as I started walking up to Luna from behind.

"Oh goo-"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence, and she will never have time to finish a sentence again

Luna looked over her shoulder at me with wide eyes and jaw open from the paralyzing pain she was feeling.

All she saw was me holding the knife which was now sticking in her back.

I looked straight back at her into her eyes.

Those eyes...

Those eyes are mine now.

"Die" I said as I took the blade out of her back.

Luna fell down, creating a puddle of blood.

"Die" I said as I crouched down and inserted the blade back into her back.

"Die" I said as I took it out and repeated.

"Die"

Blade in

"Die"

Blade out

"DIE"

Blade in

"DIE"

Blade Out

"DIE!!!!!!!!!!"

I began panting heavily.

Death sure is hard.

I was not done yet though, I would have to save my celebration for later.

I ran to the bathroom and put the bloody blade in the sink.

I ran back with a kit to clean wounds and started cleaning.

Nine. Nine wounds in total.

I smiled to myself as I saw how deep they all were.

I finished up and changed her bloody clothes into my clothes and changed her hair to look like mine.

I carried Luna's lifeless body into my room and inserted her head into a noose I had ready and let her hang.

I ran to get cleaning. I cleaned Luna's floor of the blood, I cleaned the knife, I put Eight Eyes back in his cage.

I went and changed into some of Luna's clothes in her room and started fixing my hair to match hers exactly. Since we have the same face it would be impossible to tell us apart if we dressed the same and had the same hair. This is the very foundation of my plan.

I looked in the mirror and saw it. I saw Luna's face in mine.

I smiled.

'I did it' I thought to myself.

I smiled so hard I eventuality started laughing.

I laughed at how easy it was to kill the girl everyone thought was so perfect.

I didn't have much time to laugh though, I heard my parents unlocking the front door.

I quickly got into character and played over and over in my head precisly how to react.

"We're home!"

"Ugh what's that smell??"

I heard them begin to open my bedroom door.

"Lana, I told you to clean your room it smells vile it's not good for us to inhale tha-

AHHHHHH!!!!!"

I ran out of Luna's room to my room.

"What happened?!?"

Nailed it.

I pretended to see the lifeless hanging body with shock.

I'm such a good actress.

"I'll call 911..." my father said as he walked out the room

My mom was in a certain state of shock of some sort.

Oh so now they notice me? I thought.

My mom grabbed me

"Luna... Don't you ever do this. Don't you ever do what Lana did. Always know we love you."

My mom pulled me in for a hug.

No. They didn't notice me. But that doesn't matter anymore.

Lana is dead, but I have just starting living.

You could say I'm the Living Dead.