A/N: I realize I might be a hypocrite because in my profile, it says I hate grammar and spelling mistakes, even though I know some of those might be scattered somewhere in my story. Also, this is my first fic so please don't flame, just give good constructive criticism. Thank you and enjoy!

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger." -Tad Williams

Blood.

Flowing and putrid, it crawls around me, drenching my socks with a sickly shade of red. The scalpel that I once gripped with great confidence now fell with a splash, the sound of metal colliding with rocks sending diminutive tremors throughout my body. An owl hooted and I flinched, glancing back at the forest cautiously. I couldn't risk getting caught.

Her brown boyish haircut was stained in blood, and her lips were pale, matching the snow that had caked the ground. The apron that she always wore was sliced open, and streams of blood protruded from a long gaping hole through her stomach. Multiple lacerations dotted along her arms, the small drops of blood painting a gruesome picture.

For a moment, I thought she looked peaceful. Her eyes were closed, there was a trace of smile on her lips, and her hands grasped around each other like she was praying. I would've regretted killing her if she hadn't found out.

Taking out some gloves from my pocket, I slipped them on and grabbed the scalpel. Wiping away the fingerprints, I stuffed it inside my coat. I would have to discard it later. Carefully and quietly, I dragged the body to the forest, hiding it behind a large bushy tree. I peeked through the leaves, scanning for anyone that might be a witness. When I saw that there was no one in sight, I sighed. Relief washed through my body as I sat down next to her.

It seemed so peaceful for a while that I start to relax. Then, slowly, it comes to me that I am not alone here. A rustle in the grass, a shout of concern, it was all obvious signs that someone else was in the forest. I glance from the tree trunk, trying to see who the perpetrator was.

"Elli? Elli, where are you?"

Wait…that voice…It was Tim! What was he doing here? I turned away from him, trying to stay as silent as possible. Panic screamed in my mind but I forced myself to stay calm. Worrying was going to get me nowhere, and I needed to focus on escaping.

I spotted a heavy looking branch ahead of me and an idea sprouted from my mind. Tiptoeing, I carefully stepped around her dead body and grabbed the branch. Hiding from tree to tree, I snuck closer to him, step by step. The idea was nerve wrecking but it was something that had to be done.

However, as soon as I was only a few feet behind him, something tickled my throat and I coughed. He turned around, moving ever so quickly. I couldn't let him see me. Throwing the branch as hard as I could, it flew…

And struck him hard in the head. That stupid circle thing he always wore around his head fell off, and Tim crumpled onto the floor like a paper doll. Blood pooled around his head and his eyes fluttered like a moth before closing. Running up to him, I took off my coat, and wrapped it around him. Grabbing the scalpel from the pocket, I placed it carefully in his hand, making sure his fingerprints were on it. Then, I went to the body and dragged it next him.

It was perfect. All I had to do was to burn the branch and socks, and that was it. Tim would take the blame and I would leave unscathed.

Everything was going as planned.

Just like always.

I want you to tell me your thoughts about this, and who you think the murderer is. And yes, it is short. I'm not too good at writing long lengths. Once again, thank you for reading.