Stalker

Mariah

        We got home that night and I ran to my room. I wiped the dried blood off my face and looked in the mirror. My pixie cut hair was messy and my brown eyes were full of tears. I could hear Sam walking down the hallway and I immediately felt fear. It wasn't fun living around someone who was constantly threatening you to rat you out for a mistake that happened a year ago. What he didn't know if he would get into an equal amount of trouble just because of the fact that he helped me with the crime.

"Your strong." I whispered to my reflection in the mirror and sat down on the side of my bed tiredly.

I laid down on the plush twin sized bed and sighed to myself. One day I would be free of this prison. Even if it meant I had to kill my way out. I closed my eyes and thats when the nightmare began.

        It was last year and I stood there in that alleyway with Sam. He was kissing on my neck and I heard the clicking of heels. 

"Ew, no wonder your always greasy. You have a grease ball sliming up your pants." A feminine girls voice sounded out with shrill.

I gasped and pushed Sam away with embarrassment, "Tiffany!"

        Tiffany Wilson stood there with her bright pink skirt standing out and her see through T-shirt showing off her glittery purple bra. She was the Queen of school and it seemed all she liked to do was follow me and make fun of me everytime she caught me doing something she considered something as a loser move. In this case, she had hit the jackpot.

"Maybe a picture for the school?" She raised her phone.

        Suddenly everything was going slow-mo and I was rushing at her soon I had shoved her back hard and ripped the phone from her hand, slamming it to the ground and stomping on it with my skateboard shoes. Tiffany fell back against the alleyway wall and blood was quickly rushing down her shoulders and white shirt. 

Sam gulped, "You gotta kill her, Mariah."

"What?" I stared at Sam in disbelief.

"You can't leave her alive! It will be assualt and you can go to jail."

"I could go to prison for murder, Samuel!" I felt anger rise up.

He pulled out a knife and handed it to me, "Do it or I will. Now."

        I gulped and went to her and before I knew it I was stabbing her multiple times before stabbing her in the neck and watching blood poor out. A sort of guilty satisfaction filled me and I folded the knife and gave it back to Sam quickly. We threw her body into the trash bin next to her and set it on fire. No one ever found out. No one ever knew. No one even missed her.

        I shot up in bed with sweat covering me and I pulled my knees to me as I began to cry. I wanted out. I wanted out of all of this.