![]() She tried many times to say something to me, but not a sound escaped from her scarlet lips. Besides my longing for her to come back to life, to wake up from the deep dark desolate sleep she had fallen under, I felt, for the most part, apathetic. I still couldn’t cry, nor did I want to really. I had no interest in looking at any other girl at the time the only girl I wanted to look at right now was dead. I miss her.” I said calmly, not once turning my head to look at her, to see the horrid disgust across her face. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Skye’s curly, bright blue pigtails and the vague shape of her little ****** dress, I heard her give a small gasp as she was clearly just as surprised as Rune was. ![]() I had no interest in turning my gaze away from the body that was, surely by now, cold. I heard the click-clack of a woman’s shoe and I knew it must be either Skye or Aura. ![]() I heard my door open again someone else was here. Rune stayed silent, he just sat on my floor, shaking, trying to soak in everything that had just happened in these last few moments. I highly doubted he would have anything to say to my question, who would? I didn’t even have anything to say to my question. “So, what do I do with her?” I asked him for my own amusement. I miss her.” By this time Rune was so overwhelmed his legs gave way and he collapsed, he sat on my floor now, shaking ever so slightly. It was an accident of course, I didn’t really mean to do it, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I don’t really remember how, but she upset me, and so I killed her. His jaw was dropped a little, and the confusion he had was turning into anger as his hand slowly began to make a tight fist. “Ch-choked… her? You choked Valkari?” The terror he held behind his eyes began to show a bit more in his face. He seemed to be calm, but behind his eyes held terror and confusion. What did you do to her, Haldane?” Rune continued. “What’s wrong with Valkari?” He asked, “She’s so still… she’s too still. His lips, which were covered in a dark black color, parted as he began to question me. Rune looked at where Valkari lay, looked back at me, again towards Valkari, and finally to me once more. I turned my head to look at him his physiognomy was puzzled. I heard the shuffle of his pants and the rattling of the chains that drooped from his belt loops as he walked down the hall, through the kitchen, and into my living room where I was sitting in a chair across the room from the couch where I stared at Valkari intensely. He hung his dark black trench coat on the coat rack I had placed by my door. I was right, five minutes later Rune walked through my door. I didn’t worry about it though I knew I would think of something eventually. To be honest I felt a bit odd that I had killed her, I mean, I was only sixteen, how often do you hear of sixteen year olds going out and killing other sixteen year olds? And what on earth was I to tell my parents? They were only gone for the weekend. Alastair, Rune, Aura, and Skye would be coming one-by-one within the next few minutes they would wonder what was wrong with, Valkari, the girl I had killed. I finished cleaning my home around 9:50pm. Hmm… I don’t even remember what she had done or said that upset me, all I know is that I was upset and so I killed her for it such a shame, really. I picked her up and laid her down on the couch for the time being, I had to vacuum the floor, it was a mess. Should I hide the body? Should I leave it on the floor? Should I put her in my bed and tell the others she is simply asleep? I wasn’t quite sure what to do with her now. My friends would be here in a half an hour. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, the pendulum swung back and forth. I glanced over at the dark grandfather clock that stood watchful at the end of the hall. I admit, I began to miss her, I felt guilty, but I didn’t cry, I couldn’t cry, I didn’t quite feel wrong for killing her, but I felt guilty for taking the life of something I loved. ![]() She was trying to control me, so I held tightly onto her neck and didn’t let go: her soft, slender, succulent neck. I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t, but she had upset me. I knelt down to listen for her soft breath, I felt her wrist for a rush of blood, but all I could find was silence and a dead pulse. She looked like she was sleeping her flesh was warm and held what little color it had.
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