"Dirty Blonde"
Red surrounded me as I slept. I woke to a simmering sun beating on my wet clothes and bloody hands. My head was pulsing with confusion. Brown vomit littered my long blonde hair; so many questions were swirling around in my head. When I finally turned around I realized that my friends were sprawled on their backs, blood dripping from their chests.
I took a closer look at them. They each had been stabbed in their heart. I remember counting my friends. Courtney, Erin, Sandy, and Jessica, I thought. Jessica looked like she was the last to be killed because the dagger was stuck in her chest; the handle soiled with bloody fingerprints…my fingerprints.
I started to franticly run around the woods picking up leaves and sticks and anything else big enough to cover four bodies. It was terrifying to drag and haul my former friends around. Jessica's eyelids opened, when I was burying her, and her eyes slowly rolled into the back of her head. It frightened me so much I stumbled backwards on Erin. Blood was getting all over me.
When I finally came to my senses (sort of) I decided that I should spend some time at home. After all, my parents were away until the end of the summer. So like any other eight-teen year old in trouble, I kept this little incident my secret. I didn't tell a soul…until you. I washed off in the creek near by and walked home.
While I was walking home the terror and the surprise just hit me. It's like when you get into a big accident and the pain doesn't hurt at first but when you wait around for a bit the pain starts. The tears gushed out of my tear ducts. When my neighbor, Kenny, saw me balling on the side of the street he tried to walk over and comfort me but I screamed in his face. He ran to a safe distance and cautiously looked back.
The creepy eyed gnome, in my parents' flowerbed, was staring me down as I entered the vacant mansion. I heard the wind whistle as I entered. Even though I had lived in the house for my entire life, it still gave me the creeps when it was empty. My stiff bed and my cozy covers were calling my name, "Rachel. Rachel. Come and stay a while." So I left the entrance and said goodbye to the foreign paintings and antique furniture. I hadn't realized it'd be my last.
When climbing into my bed I thought I had seen a human like figure near my window, but when I turned around I saw nothing. After struggling to find a comfortable spot, I laid on my back, concentrating on an unusual black spot on the ceiling. I ignored it thinking that it was just me hallucinating from the traumatizing experience. When I was just falling into a deep sleep the spot had transformed into Jessica with the dagger still stuck in her.
Jessica pulled it out and pointed the soiled weapon at my face. She explained how I was an ungrateful loser who was drunk at the party the night before and killed all of her friends. She said that my life must end for my wrong doings. I pleaded for forgiveness and offered to confess to the police on what had happened. "No! You should suffer a painful death as my clique and I have. You were always the weakling in my clique; instead of whining like a fool you should be taking your punishment."
She was right, of course, she always was. So she finished me off then and there. I have nothing to do in this lonely after life except to drift by in my past and remember the bad and good days.