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Ribs by Lorde

CHRIS

"We are glad to inform you that the slasher that made this town miserable is dead. They were reported dead on Friday, February 7th at around 11 p.m, and we are happy to inform that we are all safe."

I rolled my eyes, turning the switch off on the tv to silence the words of the sherif. The whole town thinks I'm dead, which is a good thing because I wasn't technically planning to continue murdering the whole town.

I was alone in the house hold, and I swore every where I looked I felt like things were the same way. It's been 3 months, and no one has seemed to truly figure out who did it, but they just assume I'm dead. No investigations, nothing.

That night could have ended in so many ways, and it ended the way I wanted. It wasn't my plan, but it happened. "Why do you keep replaying it?" Allison asked as she sat herself down on the couch with me, fiddling with her ring.

"I just... can't believe they didn't investigate it," I lied. I wasn't very good at lying to my best friend. I always promised myself that I would never hurt Allison. If I did, I would always hate myself.

"Neither can I. Especially since you and Bex had to deal with that," she whispered. Allison apologized to me endlessly, but obviously because she didn't know the truth. "They didn't even find a body," she rambled on.

"You know, if they truly cared about this town they would at least try to find out who the hell would kill so many people."

I rolled my eyes, listening to another one of her rants. The sounds of crying sounded on my tv, and it alarmed me. Allison also shot her head toward the tv, making the most confused face.

The crying was so loud, and it was eerie to me. "I found my best friend lying there fucking dead! My best friend was fucking murdered at my feet!" She cried.

Her voice was so rough, and she was pissed and upset and everything you could ever feel. "Wait, what?" I managed out. I know I didn't kill anyone. The only person left to ask was Bex.

As soon as the thought had crossed my mind, Bex was standing in the door of the living room, staring at me.

"We need to talk," I growled at her, grabbing her arm and yanking her into the kitchen. "Did you kill that girl? I thought we agreed three fucking months ago that we were done killing people," I lectured her.

She rubbed the back of her neck, something she did often when she was stressed. "What?" I asked, as she didn't speak.

"Y—yeah, I killed her. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I just feels so... good, you know?"

She was hesitant with her answer, and it confused me the way she was speaking. I sighed, leaning up against the counter. "We fucking made an agreement!" I was shouting at her, because I truly wanted this agreement to fall through. As much as I loved killing, I know I wanted to stop.