Another story Enjoy ______________________________ Jealousy. The one thing that no one can ever overcome. It haunts me everyday, every moment I spend with him. Does he know? Does he know that I do everything I can not to kill that perky little girlfriend of his, watching her suffer under the knife perched in my hand? No, of course not. Him and I have been best friends since the fourth grade (now in 10th), and it's probably going to stay that way. Unless....I take care of anyone that gets in my way of me and my future husband, Charlie Pinciotti. There's Cindy, I thought. She was talking to Charlie, twirling her perfect, curled blonde hair in her fingers, smiling her million-dollar smile. It makes me sick. After what seems like an hour of hair-flipping, she leaves to go to the bathroom. Lucky for me, she was a complete outcast before she started dating Charlie. She even wrote a suicide note, but ended up throwing it away, unread by anyone....until I got a hold of it. I looked inside my backpack to make sure everything was there, then followed her to the bathroom. Good, I thought. No one else is in here. She came out of the bathroom, surprised to see me. "Oh, hey Ali," she said blankly. I stared back at her with no expression. I slap her on the cheek, making her stagger back into the sink. I pull out the rope from my backpack and tie it tightly around her neck. Her arms flail as I search for something to tie the other end of the rope on. I spot it: a small hook coming from the ceiling of where a light used to be. I tie the rope there, watching as the life left her ivory eyes. She twitched uncontrollably, and after a few minutes, her body was still. She was dead. I lay the suicide note on the sink. I don't want to leave the cops hanging.
I was in science when I heard an agonizing scream coming from the girl's bathroom. I silently smirked to myself. They found her. I raced to where the screams were coming from, and found Lily Rodriguez passed out on the floor. Lily and Cindy were the best of friends. They did everything together. Until now. I smirked. A teacher called 911, and in minutes they surrounded the school. But they were too late. Cindy's face was completely purple, with no pulse. That's when Charlie walked in. His cries were even worse than Lily's. I walked over to comfort him, letting him cry on my shoulder. "It'll be okay, Charlie." I said calmly. "These things happen." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A couple of weeks later, Charlie is as good as new. I was happily bringing him coffee, as I usually do, when I spot him kissing.... her!
If you want yourself or a character you made up to be the "her" i just stated in that update, please tell me the following for the character: Name Age Personality How Ali kills her Additional info
Name:Carolina Walters Age:Whatever age you want her to be Personality:Acts demure and easily frightened when with her boyfriend, but is mean and snobbish to other girls Looks:Slightly wavy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, dresses like a promiscuous girl How she gets killed:Stabbing which looks like suicide
Steady, I thought to myself as I forced a smile on my face and interrupted their saliva-swap. "I brought you your coffee, as usual Charlie," I said with a hint of anger in my voice. "Thanks, Ali," he said. "Caroline, this is my best friend, Ali." "Hey," she said, glaring at me, knowing what I felt towards Charlie. As I walked away, I saw Caroline pull Charlie in for a kiss. She opened her eyes, daring me to take a whack at her. I turned back around, and still felt her blue eyes piercing my back. ~~~~~~~~ I walked up to Caroline in the hallway. "You know, since you're dating my best friend, we should hang out today after school," I said. "Okay, whatever," she said annoyingly. Snobby little *****. After school, we got in my car and I started driving. "So, how's your pathetic little life?" she snorted. How attractive. "Good," I say. "Better than giving it up to the whole school, girls included." She shot a look at me, and I just smirked. That angered look won't be her last. I stopped at the entrance of a bar. "I didn't know you drank," she muttered. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Caroline," I evilly smiled back. After a few drinks, Caroline was beat. I introduced her to a random guy in the bar, and they hit it off. My plan was simple: get them in bed, and get evidence...which means to do the unthinkable and... take pictures. I shudder at the thought, but it needed to be done. An hour later, the man got in the car, and drove her to his apartment. I quickly followed in my car, then quietly followed them upstairs to the fifth floor, where his room was. Since they were both so drunk, it took no effort to slip in unnoticed. It was horrible. God, was it horrible. I won't go into detail; she gave it up to a 45-year-old man. By the end of the night, she was sound asleep. The man was awake, watching her. She didn't even scream when he slowly plunged the knife into her back, only giving her time to open her eyes in terror, then to slowly close them again. She was gone.
Bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump And... Wait for iiiit... Bump!
That was not part of my plan! I wanted her to suffer, not get a knife stuck in her back! I needed to call the cops. This man needed to pay for ruining my plan. I slowly crept out of the apartment, and down the stairs. After 4 tries, I finally got my shaky fingers to dial 911. "Hello?" I said, crying fake tears. "I would like to report a murder. I just witnessed it with my own eyes, I couldn't do anything to stop him! Please come to the Sunny Apartment Building as soon as possible!" I hung up. Perfect, I thought to myself. The man can't dispose of the body that quickly. The sound of sirens in the distance brought a smile to my face. "This is the police!" someone shouted through a megaphone. "We're coming in!" "Who is the one that called?" a man I'm assuming is the chief roared. "That's me!" I said. "They were in Room 213 on the second floor! Hurry!" I ran behind them up the stairs to Room 213. The chief burst down the door. Inside, he found the man in the exact same spot where I left him, only something was missing... Caroline's lifeless, bloody body.