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  • Penelope Becker de Miranda

Bloodshed and Betrayal pt.8

What on earth was that child even doing in the first place? If you see a car approaching, obviously, you're not going to run across the street; you have to wait. Why am I even raging at dead people in the first place? With Beth, I really didn’t mean to kill her; I just intended to threaten her a bit. I know what you are thinking, my dear diary: how could you kill her then? Well, all I was doing—well, all I did—was go up to her with a type of mask covering my face so she wouldn’t recognize me, approached her from behind, and wrapped my arm around her neck. I continued to pull out a smaller knife from my pocket and hold it against her chest. Then I demanded and also threatened to harm her unless she promised not to tell anyone about the accident or else. Well, she didn’t agree, silly girl, and I firstly struck her and then stabbed her. I will never forget her screams. When she fell to the ground, I made sure no one was around, threw the stuffy mask onto the ground, and quickly made my escape. At least I could be sure that she wouldn’t be spreading any more rumors about me. Next on my list was the well-known Alan Robinson. Honestly, it was a delight to end him in his sad days.

Her hand stood still; she heard the footsteps of her husband. She quickly tossed the book under her pillow, as well as the pen, and pretended to sleep. Luckily for her, the footsteps continued past her room. She opened her eyes once again slowly. A single tear ran down her cheek. How would I? Why did I? Why do I have a heart of ice? I killed my best friend. Whispered Evelyn to herself. I’m a Monster. She broke down; more and more tears started running down her face like a waterfall. Her husband walked in.

“Oh my gosh, what happened?”

“Nothing, it’s fine. I just had a bad dream.”

“Poor you, do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s fine, but thank you so much.”

“That’s alright, just remember I’m always here for you.”

“I know,” she smiled at him. The door once again shut, and she pulled out the book of secrets.

“I want to tell Adrian, but I don’t have the heart to. He has always been so kind to me; I could never hurt him with such. What do I do? I already betrayed my friend as well as she did to me, but I feel so terrible now that I really think about it. I know killing somebody should always leave the criminal feeling guilty, but the guilt only now starts to fill my head with thoughts and grief. Oh gosh, I wish you could talk. What shall I do? Honestly, Allan deserved it; he was the opposite of loyal and, in general, not the nicest person to be around. It was really a coincidence. When I said I'd go shopping this morning, I wanted to go first to the crime scene but right after to his house to, well, you know, end him. But I reconsidered it as I overheard an old lady talk of the murder. I guess I just panicked and left, but luckily for me, Alan was standing at the front door, so I invited him in, and there you have it. I left him to suffer while he begged to let him live, but by then, I had already stabbed the knife into his stomach. I am surprised it killed him, honestly. Well, then, right after, I quickly left his house to make it a bit less obvious that I did indeed murder him. I just walked to the end of the block and back, just to, like, you know, seem more innocent. When I arrived, I immediately called the police, and there we have it: the perfect murder. Let’s see what happens next.

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