I fell onto my knees at gasped at what I have done. I started crying. Jeff came and started clapping at my action of stabbing Mykie. "You know if you can handle your emotions, maybe you shouldn't be allowed to have a knife" I started to scream. "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO TO HER!" He laughed and shook his head. "Faye you did this, by your own choice." I must really be crazy I thought to myself in grief. I checked Mykie's pulse in hope that I could save her. No heart beat. She was as cold as ice. I started to panic. My mom should be home anytime soon. I grabbed her body and tried putting it in a garbage bag. It didn't fit. I decided there's only one other way to handle this. I grabbed an axe from our shed, and chopped her body into pieces, and wiped any prints that could trace back to me. I threw each piece into a garbage bag and put the garage bag in a backpack. I ran out to the woods and buried her and with garbage bag. "Mykie, I didn't mean for this to happen to you." I sobbed and began to walk home.
