She knew they were going out that night.

She had sent that letter and they were foolish enough to go out of their way.

She knew they'd let their daughter stay at home by herself. They trusted her.

The car pulled away and she waited for a while. She looked up to see the young naïve girl waving to her parents as they left.

She had studied every part of the house, she knew the entrances, exits, the rooms, she could travel them with her eyes closed. She reached into the pocket of her black hooded sweatshirt and rubbed the knife. It was just a simple pocket knife but she knew it could possibly work.

She walked to the back door and out of her back pocket she pulled out a credit card, she had seen it in a movie and opened it. She pressed herself against a back wall as the girl took her glass of lemonade upstairs.

She walked into the kitchen and in one of the knife stands she saw a large knife. A lot better than the damn pocket knife. She reached out a hand and pulled it out, the blade was sharp and glinted in the light as she studied it.

She turned and walked upstairs, her hand brushing the banister, she just thought about leaving fingerprints, but she didn't care. She wanted the whole world to know what she did.

The door to her bedroom was open and she was lying sprawled out on her bed doing her homework and munching on her pencil as she read and reread her writing.

She walked in and stood in the doorway, it was at that moment she noticed her presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked, defensively climbing off of her bed. "How did you get in?"

She didn't answer, but flew at the girl with the knife, slashing at her skin, her throat. Her screams were like music echoing off of the blood splattered walls. The blood splashed on the vanity mirror, bedspread, pillows, numerous stuffed animals, her homework, and her lemonade that was sitting on the nightstand that she tipped over trying to get away from her attacker.

Soon the girl was lying in her own pool of blood, being soaked up into the carpet.

Satisfied, she slammed the knife into a stuffed horse and she turned and walked out of the house, locking the back door on her way out as she left. She sat in the neighbor's bushes and waited for the girl's parents to come home.

They soon arrived, angry and hurt that they had been lied to. "Maybe, we got the date wrong," the father suggested.

"No, it said tonight!" his wife argued.

She waited a little bit longer, until she heard the blood curdling scream of the mother at the sight of her murdered daughter.

She smiled. "If I can't have him," she said, to the dead girl, "no one can." She stood up and walked home. As soon as she opened the door her mother called for her.

"Ashley? Are you back from your walk?"

"Yeah," Ashley said. "I'm going to bed now."

"Alright, good night honey."

Ashley smirked and walked upstairs, meanwhile playing Manny's screams over and over in her mind.

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To be continued…

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