Short Story Collection

Gasoline

tw: murder ig

Words: 3280

I drag the body of an unconscious girl through the hall. I don't know who she is, nor do I care. All I know is she's interrupting some very important business and should have taken her ginger-haired self home sooner. But she didn't, and I met up with her on the first floor by her locker. Which is the most annoying thing ever as I need her to be on the third floor. The exchange was brief between us. She asked me if I knew why there was a smelly, gasoline-like substance everywhere, I told her it was gasoline, she asked me why, and I hit her over the head with my baseball bat. One blow was all it took.

And now, here I am, dragging her thin body up the stairs. The elevator isn't working, either. I had to grab her by her ankles, one in each hand, and walk up the stairs like I'm carrying a wheelbarrow the wrong way. The stairwell is silent, save for the girl's pretty little head smacking off every step, but it's nice. It hasn't been this quiet in the school since, well, never, I imagine. Even when no one's here, the building is always creaking and groaning. The girl and I reach the top of the first set of stairs with a huff from me trying to catch my breath. There's no way the girl will wake up now, with the back of her head beginning to look like the moon. I look down the stairs to see spots of thick red here and there. Guess her skull's been cracked.

Taking one final deep breath, I start heading up the second set of stairs to the third floor. Hearing the continuous smack, smack, smack of the redhead's cranium. Her glasses have somehow stayed on her face this whole time, though they're crooked now. They're not nearly as attractive that way, but what can I do? Fix them in the middle of my stairwell journey? I reach the top of the stairs with yet another huff, reminding me aggressively that I need to get in better shape. I open the door to the third floor and drag the girl through it as best I can. The stupid school door won't stay open and I'm stuck having to use my body weight to do it. Eventually, I make it through, picking up the girl's ankles again and dragging her down the third-floor hallway. Passed the math and science rooms, past the computer lab, and to the drama room. Using the key I stole, attached to the lanyard which I also stole, I unlock the door and open it, and see my prize still laying unconscious. That's good, I think, I won't have to deal with her again yet. I put the lanyard around my neck.

The "prize", so to speak, is lying in the corner of the room on her side with her arms bound together tightly. Her fancy blonde hair is covering her face, but the rest of her perfect body is completely visible. The red lines that litter the expanse of her skin look more irritated than the last time I was up here which was only about 15 minutes ago. The blue and purple bruises are vibrant from where they stain her arms and legs. So vibrant, in fact, that they seem to put me in a trance whenever I see them. Deciding it's better to focus on the task at hand, I pull the redhead's body inside the room and close the door. I drag her over to the teacher's desk and grab some rope off of it, tying her hands together then tying those hands to the desk's leg. I know she won't wake up any time soon, but better safe than sorry, right?

With glasses girl officially dealt with I make my way to the other side of the room to see my precious blondy. I bend down beside her body, making sure not to let my clothes touch the floor, and admire her pretty bruises. They look even deeper up close, and I will forever relish in the fact that I was the one who put them there this morning as I tried to get her into my car. As for the cuts and scratches, I haven't yet asked. I know that I didn't do them, and that's all I care about. Realizing it's been so long since I've been able to touch her, I put my hand on her waist and down to her back, rubbing circles into it as smoothly a I can. Her crop top covered in the blood she bled from her nose this morning, and I know that no amount of bleach and water can fully clean it out. It's fine, though. Nothing a little fire can't fix.