"Rose, when you said hang out, I didn't think you'd mean the park." I looked up at Matthew and raised an eyebrow. "And why not?" "...it's negative five degrees outside." What? I glanced at the temperature reading next to the speedometer on Matthew's dashboard. It was below freezing outside. But lately, I've been feeling numb. While everything and everyone changed around me, I stayed the same. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a sweatshirt over a regular T-shirt, while Matthew was wearing a coat and gloves. I needed to remember that the other people weren't like me. They were weak, and believed everything they saw. I was more sane than they were. I saw people for who their true selves. And I punished them for it. Matthew sighed and stopped the car in front of the park entrance. He turned to me, staring directly into my eyes. "Rose... are you alright?" he asked seriously. "Of course I am." "Are you sure? I can take you home." And for a split second, I wanted to confess. I wanted Matthew to know every single thing I did. Every murder I committed, every cut I gave myself, every time I wanted to die, or kill everyone around me. But I didn't say anything. Matthew reached over and wiped my cheek. "You're crying..." I bit my lip to keep from screaming. It hurt intensely that he was the closest one to me, yet I couldn't tell him anything. I shook my head and got out of the car. "I-I'm fine." I mutter, closing the door. After a few moments, I heard Matthew exit the car. His footsteps crunching in the snow behind me, I ventured further into the labyrinth of hedges. Out of sight, I followed the sound of strung out laughter. "Rose?" he called worriedly. I kept silent and walked on, listening for that one voice. Her voice. Dolph's annoying soprano that everyone loved to hear so much. It rang out suddenly, in a burst of laughter. "I-I'm... I'm going to get s-some air youuuuu guys." she giggled. "We're already outs-side, dumbass." another voice hiccuped. Great. She was drunk. What a stereotype for the popular girl in school; to get drunk with her friends because she was bored. And drunk she was. Dolph stumbled from a hedge and wobbled down the path, leaning against a bench for support, but ironically not sitting on it. I sighed and strode over, scooping up some frozen snow from the ground. The cold seared into my hands. Dolph looked at me, and burped. This was too easy. Her eyebrows furrowed in drunken confusion. "Hey! I...I know you! You'reeee that girl. The one who everyone thinksss killed those people." she slurred, pointing a beer can to me. I simply packed the ice tighter together, and soon it resembled a lopsided snowball. I smirked to myself. The cops would think drunk students who thought an iceball was a snowball, threw one at Dolph's head. They'd rule it as involuntary manslaughter, and people would think it was a horrible accident. "What're you gonna dooo? THROW a snowwwball at me?" she snorted. I brought my arm back, readying myself to throw. "Yes." I thrust my arm foward, and the iceball struck Dolph in the head with a solid crack. Blood ran from her face as she slumped over, twitching every few seconds. Turning to go away, I looked up. And my heart stopped. The whole park went deathly silent. Matthew was standing there.
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