Coffee Grounds

The Murder of Melanie Adair

 Okay so this is one of my personal favourites. This is based on a monologue I did for class and honestly ;) I loved doing every bit of it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Don't forget to comment and vote!

copyrιɢнт © 2014 Fαιтн Howeɴ (@тeαтιмe_)

The rain harmlessly pelts against my clothes while I clutch my cellphone near my side. I had just been near the lake. The scene before me is absolutely horrid. There lay Melanie, Melanie Adair, dead. She lay motionless next to Lake Erie. Her face stays planted in the water and her exposed skin on her arms and legs shows fresh scars and bruises. She was murdered, the police have concluded and I hear they are taking the investigation further by starting with asking her family of who they think would have done this and then her friends and so on. I can only wonder how Melanie’s family is taking her death.

“Alexandria! Alex!” My mother rushes over to me and wraps a warm blanket around my shoulders.

“Oh my poor sweetie, why are you out here in this cold it c-“Once her eyes wander over to Melanie’s body, my mother lets out a shriek. Her eyes hold concern and fear when she looks back at me.

“Alex are you okay? What happened?” Her hands search frantically around for a cut or bruise but come up with nothing.

“Mom I’m fine.” Her nervous eyes sneak another peek at Melanie’s poor body.

“What happened?” Her whispers are barely heard over the sirens and now crowd of people that have emerged from nearby neighborhoods.

“I…I was walking near the lake when….when I caught sight of Melanie, mom. Then I called 911 and then you came.” I take a deep breath and fling my hands towards her. She nods her head and takes one more glance at Melanie.

“Let’s get into the car, you must be freezing” We make our way to the car and drive off. The roads are bumpy and wet since it has been raining and mud puddles have been forming everywhere. Once we reach our house I run upstairs to my room and my mother goes to father. I know she is going to tell him all about what had just happened and how her ‘baby girl’ was caught up in all of the mess. I start laughing while my eyes wander around my room.

Skrillex and Van Gogh art cover the walls and various papers with my small dark poems litter the floor. My desk is painted a polished black and so is almost everything else in this room. The lighting is really not at all that good either. Dim, but that’s okay, I kind of like it that way. I turn to look into my tall, rectangular mirror. There she was with her black straight pants, a stormy gray blouse with a lacy, black cardigan and to finish off? A pair of black Adidas that constantly squeaked against the floors in this damn house. Yeah, that’s me. I scoff at the reflection in front of me. Mommy’s little baby girl.

  I rip my gaze away from the reflection for I hated looking at myself. I was less than imperfect and everyone knew it. Everyone at school including that brat Melanie. Yeah, the one who was just murdered? Her. She was my number one predator and I was her helpless prey awaiting for her next insult.

   Melanie was what you might call the head of the cheerleading team, the ‘popular’ one, the one with everything because her parents were super rich and she went shopping every single freaking day! I clench my fists as old anger is rekindled. Melanie really got on my nerves mostly because she was better than me in every way. She literally had it all; the money, the looks and the people. I was nothing, nobody compared to her. I steal one more glance in the mirror regretting to do so. Everything about me she made fun of.

 That reminds me of the day she cruelly humiliated me in front of the entire class! While I sat in the far corner of the room trying to keep my distance away from everyone else as usual, Melanie sat in the front. Her posse swarming around like a bunch of dim witted bees to honey. The sight just made me want to revolt. Class hadn’t started yet and so we waited for the teacher. Then I made a mistake. I made eye contact with Melanie and all hell broke loose.

 She jumped up from her seat and sauntered over towards me. Her face twisted into a cruel smirk as she got closer and I immediately tensed up.

“I’ve had it…Ally. Its Ally right?” Caramel locks shadowed her eyes while they burned into mine.

“It’s Alex. Alexandria.” I spoke through gritted teeth. She rolled her eyes and received the laughter she was going for from her little audience.

“Right, Alex.” She said straining my name. “I’ve had enough of your gothic personality. Plus the fact you act depressed twenty four seven. I mean are you okay?” Melanie looked up as if she just remembered something. “Oh I get it, you’ve been skipping your anti-depressant pills. O wait. Or is it the fact that you can’t buy any in the first place? You know I could help with that. Heck, I could buy your entire house, or should I say shack you live in?!” The classroom erupted with laughter and my face heated.

“Shut up.” I quietly spoke; half hoping she didn’t hear me. Melanie gasped dramatically.

“She has a voice! The anti-social emo has a voice!” Clapping her hands mockingly, I silently grimaced against this demon of a girl.

 I wanted to punch Melanie right then and there because of what she started. After that, the school never let go the nicknames Melanie had labeled me. Day in and day out I went through numerous people talking about me behind my back and it hurt. It hurt a lot and I'll never forgive that demon for making my life hell! Turning around, I pound the long, black rectangular mirror. Spider web cracks sprout where I hit it with my fist. You know what? Maybe it’s a good thing she’s finally gone. I can finally live my life in peace.

“You’re not suggesting that…?” The voice trails off, snapping me out my thoughts. I rush out of the room and lean over the staircase.

“All I’m saying is that we should-” My dad answers my mother but not before she abruptly shushes him. My breath picks up and I can hear footsteps coming from the kitchen heading towards this direction. I slowly step away from the staircase and retreat into my room. I grab my mirror and spin it around so the cracks don’t show. Dropping to the floor I pick up my latest poems and throw them in the trash. My hands shake and my mind is screaming panic. Then comes a knock at my bedroom door.

“Alex?” My mother’s voice is careful and cautious. “Sweetie. Can I ask you something?” I sprint over to my bed and drop on it fast. “Something about Melanie. We want to find out who killed her so I wanted to ask if you had any idea?” My mother opens the door and the soft creaks send small shivers through my body. I mentally tell myself to stay calm, keep the breathing normal and no one will suspect a thing.

“So honey, do you know who killed Melanie?” She tentatively asks again, taking a seat next to me. I take a quick, small deep breath and steadily meet her eyes, plastering a fake smile onto my expression.

“No” I say confidently. But really I do know who killed her. A triumphant feeling quickly flits through me and my smile turns into a wicked smirk.

I killed

Melanie Adair.