By: Abbie Taylor
It was the size of a ping-pong ball. That middle rock kept my attention throughout the store. We were in the grocery store, the woman with the most beautiful necklace and I. It was a gloomy winter morning when I saw the most beautiful three piece necklace. A ruby on both sides and a diamond in the center. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had to have it or at least one like it. So I quickly approached the woman, as casually as possible. To get a better look at the necklace. But the woman simply looked at me put a hand around her necklace, and quickly walked away. I thought she didn't see me, but I knew she did by the way she grabbed her necklace. So I got the rest of my things, quickly and followed the woman out of the store. I had to have that necklace, and the only way I was going to get it was to kill the woman and steal it from her neck. It seemed house before she walked into a building towards the end of town. I nonchalantly walked across the street towards the building. I got inside right as the elevator doors shut and she went up. I watched her as she got out of the elevator, and I ran up the stairs to try to catch her before she went into her apartment. I got to the top of stairs, already out of breath when she entered the third apartment labeled 3C. I approached the door with caution. The door was slightly cracked and I had a clear view of the woman. She was talking to someone on the phone. I knew how I was going to kill the woman, suffocation. I'm going to suffocate the woman with one of my shopping bags. I slammed into the apartment, within seconds the bag was over her head. She only struggled for a few moments, then she went limp. I placed her in a chair, and observed the apartment. There was a nice couch, a coffee table, and a small television set. I turned and walked down the hallway. There was a string dangling from the ceiling. I grabbed it and pulled, and a ladder came shooting down to the floor. It lead to the attic. I was going to put her in the attic. I went to the body and took off the necklace and placed it on the coffee table. I grabbed the woman and slung her over my shoulder and up the ladder. I placed her on the hard, cold floor of the attic, climbed down, and shut up the attic. It looked like nothing, and no one had ever been there. I grabbed the necklace and ran away. Only to find out a few days later that someone had filled the woman as missing. A whole report was filled about the woman, but they never found her. I knew where she was, in that attic of that cramped little apartment. And I never told a sole, I felt good about what I did to that woman who had the one thing that changed my life for the better. The necklace.