Insanity

Prologue

July 17th, 2014

She held the gun up to his head, tears rushing down her face. 

He looked at her, his pale, ghost-like eyes stared into hers. He was peaceful in that moment, knowing there was nothing he could do. 

“You brought this on yourself.” Bee bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. 

“I know, now you’re keeping your promise and doing what you have to.” There was a sting to his words. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes while lowering his head. “Do what you have to.” 

Her fingers shook on the trigger, and invisible force holding her back. She shut her eyes tight, and pulled the trigger. 

The kick sent her to the floor, sobbing hysterically. She threw the gun across the room and screamed, covering her ears as she realized what she had just done, and what she has to do now. 

She looked up, his crumbled body slowly leaking blood onto the floor in front of her. She needed to leave, take the gun and leave before the police came. 

She stood, her legs shaking fiercely. Walking had never been such a difficult task. She stepped over his body and held in another scream. 

She reached down for the hand gun, flicking on the safety. She didn’t even want it in her presence. It was suddenly ten times heavier than before. 

They wouldn’t even need to check the DNA. She slid into the pocket of her sweatshirt, standing up straight and taking a deep breath as she looked over the body before her. 

“You deserved what you got, and I’m sorry I had to be the one to carry this out.” Her tears stooped when she saw flashing lights in the distance, her signal to run. 

June 6th, 2014 

Bee watched as Nick lit his cigarette, the flame briefly lighting up the air. 

“Are you sure you don’t want one?” His voice deep and quiet. The flame turned to face her. 

Nick’s hand extended outward, a single Camel Cigarette between his fingers. 

“You know I’ve tried. They’re taste is vile.” Bee reminded him, leaning back in her chair. 

“I remember that day. You where what? Thirteen?” Nick laughed, taking a puff of his cigarette. “You almost threw up.” 

“Yep, thanks for reminding me. Not like it was embarrassing or anything.” Bee flipped him off completely aware he couldn't see her. “Right in front of that Steven Green kid. I had the biggest crush on him in middle school.” 

“I know.” Nick put his cigarette out in the grass, promptly lighting another one. “Then we let you try the weed.” 

“Let’s stop talking about my continuous attempts to smoke.” Bee stood up, reaching for her shoulder bag. “My mom’s probably worried about me.” 

“When is your mom every worried about where you are?” Nick stood up as well, finally coming into view. 

“Since she found out what happened to Cecelia last year.” Bee could remembered the night she died like it was yesterday. The horrifying image of her spamming on the floor, her mouth foaming like she had rabies. 

“Your mom knows you can't smoke, and she knows you're too much of a wimp to do coke like she did, and besides, she overdosed after 4 years of chronic drug use.” 

“It doesn’t matter. She wants me home, and when I’m not home she goes to my dad.” 

"Then your dad deals with you.” He finished her sentence, and sighed. “Lovely date I must say. It lasted a total of 35 minuets.” 

“Not a date.” She reminded him, flicking his cigarette out of his hand and into the dewy grass. 

As Nick got closer, the smell of tobacco was more intense than earlier. She prayed it wouldn’t stick to her clothes. 

“You know, I would kiss you if you didn’t mind the smell of cigarettes.” He put his hand on Bee's face, causing her to back away. 

“Just quit smoking.” She turnned around while unlocking her car. “Bye, Nick.”