He has been my best friend for years, and I have never noticed.
Oh, God, how is that possible?
Why did I think that his last girlfriend's death was an accident when it was a murder?
I can see it now, all the pieces of the puzzle coming together, making one horrible puzzle of betrayal and death.
My best friend, the person whom I trusted the most is a monster.
How could have I been so naive?
I can finally see how he manipulated me, I can see the monster that lives inside of him.
Maybe I would have never known hadn't it been for that incident today, on his wedding day.
I was helping him get ready when I heard him swear in the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just cut myself shaving." He said.
I went on preparing his suit for the big day without giving it a second thought.
Half an hour later, he was done, and I went to the bathroom to get ready for the wedding.
That was when I saw it.
One pitch-black drop in perfect contrast with the white sink.
I stared at it, thinking it was some strange aftershave, toothpaste, anything.
Then I made the mistake of opening the trash bin, and I saw the paper towel with black blood on it.
There was no denying it, it was his blood.
Before I could fully comprehend the implications of the darkest blood there is of all blood types, I felt a dull blow to the head.
The next thing I knew, I was in the trunk of a car, in utter darkness.
I could feel blood dripping down my face, and that was when I realized that he thought he had killed me and stashed my body in my car.
His plan was probably to get rid of me after the wedding.
I managed to open the trunk, which I had been meaning to fix for months and luckily didn't, and got out.
That's how I find myself here. Crawling towards the chapel, my blood painting the road white.
At first, I tried walking, but piercing pain in my gut made it clear that I was stabbed as well.
My attempt to stay upright failed miserably. The only thing that keeps me going is that poor girl who is about to marry a murderer.
I have to stop the wedding. Marriage is a binding ritual, and she would be stuck with him forever. I can't allow that to happen.
With the last ounces of my strength, I open the church doors bursting in.
People jump in shock.
This is my chance.
Before all the screaming starts.
"Black blood!" I yell as loudly as I can, pointing at my former friend.
As I say, blood spills out of my mouth, and I collapse.
While light surrounds me, and I am lost to the world.
I did all I could, now it's time to leave all the worldly worries behind.
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General FictionShort stories and one-shots for contests. Variety of genres and flavors. If diversity is what you like, you shall find it here. All of the future short stories and one-shots written for different contests will be added here the same way different in...