I Loved, But I Killed

The Kill

Ok, so apparently my Death can appear in my thoughts at any time so.... yeah I'm trying not to go insane.

I'm walking into my high school, looking for a boy named Henry Beresford. Apparently, he was the one who killed Sarah Whitefield and I need to get revenge for that. That's the Death talking. I hardly knew she existed.   

So I'm walking through the school, and a hand grabs my shoulder. I jump about, oh I'd say about 6 feet into the air.

"Why so jumpy, Lex?" It's my boyfriend, Jake. 

"I don't know," I lie, "Just tired I guess."

"Hmm..." He says, as if he doesn't believe me, "All right."

"What?", I asked, "I'm a saint!"

"As if."

I push his shoulder and walk on. He calls after me, but I keep walking. I have to find Henry. 

It's not hard. Henry's this big kid who sits in the back of the school with his hood on and his earbuds hidden under his long-ish hair. 

I slide up to him on the bench and lay my head on his shoulder. Since when was I so good at this stuff? 

"Hey,Babe." I say, and he puts his hand on my leg, as if in a trance. Cool.

"Hey"

"How's your day been? You miss me in class?"

"N-I- Yes."

This is so weird. It's like I can go up to any guy, tell them they're my boyfriend, and they'll go along with it. Poor Jake. 

Henry moves his hand up to my waist. I think he's so far into the trance that it's like we've been dating for years. His hand moves further up, and I flinch.

"Sorry." He whispers, " I know you hate that."

"It- it's fine." his hand moves back down to my waist. I slip my knife out of my pocket. I wonder if it's too soon. "No," I think to myself. "do it."

I trace the knife up to his stomach, and he doesn't even flinch when I sink the knife in just below his fifth rib. He dies silently and slumps over me. I hear footsteps, and I have a plan. I pretend to be asleep.

"Oh, poor girl."

"I can't believe he did that."

"Killing himself with his girl asleep on his lap? Oh my god." 

"Henry- Oh, oh my god." I "wake up" and force myself to start crying. "No. NO!"

"It- It's all right!" one of the people say.

"NO! NO IT'S NOT!" 

A teacher pulls me off of Henry. "Why don't you just go home, honey?"

I begin to sob. "Henry called me that." That's a lie, as you know. 

The teacher pushes me to the office, where she tells me to call my parents. I start to cry again. "I- I don't have parents. I only have my sister, and she hates me, never talks to m or anything. It's like I live alone." 

The teacher asks me if I drive myself to school, I'm 17, and I respond with yes, my car is out in the parking lot. She tells me to drive home. 

I get in my car, and the Death appears again.

"Good. Very good. No one suspected a thing!" The voice begins to laugh evily.

"Yeah." I mutter, fingering my knife, "Great." a thin, cheshire cat like smile creeps up my face.