The List

Her head hung from my hands. What had I done? What had I become? The rest of her lifeless body lay a few metres away, unmoving and cold. On her pretty face was the last look she would ever give to this world. This was all my fault. She was dead, her blood staining my hands, soaking my soul. What had I done? Why had I done this? Why had I ended the life of a poor girl who could have become anything, had she lived, a girl who hadn't yet accomplished her goals, and a girl who would now never accomplish them? Dropping her head I look down at my hands, one holding a knife, but both covered in the blood of what was my enemy. Poor Hannah. I shove the knife in my pocket and take off running, looking for the showers. Lucky for me I don't pass many people and those I do pass are absorbed in something other than me. Finally I make it to the showers and tear the blood-stained clothes off. I sprint into the showers, being cautious not to slip. With my head under the water I think over what I had just done. I could be put in juvey for that. But no, I wouldn't get caught. All I would have to do is clean up all evidence. Which would prove easy in the early hours. Just as easy as it had been to kill her. Why had I killed her? She was going to take him from me, that's why she had to die. Because he belongs to me, he has no choice. Because if he chooses another, she will have to die. I don't care who it is. I don't care why he likes her. She is an enemy, and she does not deserve him. She does not deserve his love. Whoever may come next better be prepared, because now that I've spilt the first blood, I'm not afraid to spill more.

Sorry for using Ayano, couldn't be bothered making a real cover. Will change it later.