How I killed Michelle

A 78 year old's story of how she killed her best friend when she was fourteen and got away with it. Also a bit of a romance.


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As we walked through the woods James grinned like an idiot and I couldn't help but think how if he wasn't about to die that he would be great boyfriend material. I mean he was sweet, kind and  honest and he was actually quite good looking. Aah I musn't think like that. I made myself focus on the task in hand, lead him towards a secluded spot of the river, keep him there while Michelle finds us and then when she got there...

"Are you OK?" he asked looking  at me searchingly. "You seem a bit on edge."

Racking my brains for a suitable response I found myself saying, "Oh no I'm fine. Just nervous. I mean it's pretty important to me that I give you the right impression." I ducked my head so that my hair fell in front of my face and hoped he would assume I was blushing. 

He seemed a little startled by what seemed to be a very honest, direct response and just took his hand from mine and placed it around my shoulders. Not long later we reached the riverbank.

Sitting on the grass we gazed down at he fast flowing and rocky water below in a silence, the air between us crackling with unspoken questions and niggling suspicions. I was torn. I mean what could I have done? I could have explained to him what our plan was but for some reason I couldn't bare the thought of him hating me.

Hating me! For god's sake I was about to kill him what did it matter if he hated me? But, a small voice in the back of my head said, what if he goes to the police? For you that must at least be conspiracy to murder. I wanted it to stop, to all  go away, to be sat at home with my worst fears being late homework and whether my halloween costume looked bad on me. It had to stop, I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to not think. I didn't want to hear myself doubting this, hear myself questioning whether I was out of my mind. Out of my mind?! I was going to kill someone of course I was out of my mind! I put my hands over my ears and squeezed my eyes shut willing it to all go away but it didn't. Then I heard a voice and panicked. I was hearing voices! now I really must be mad. Then I realised it was James talking and he sounded angry.

"What the hell is wrong with you and why is Michelle coming towards us? I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see her again!" he hissed.

Suddenly it all became clear. It wasn't murder or don't murder, it was James or Michelle! As I've already told you I really was going mad so that made perfect sense to me. I looked up at Michelle with her make-up all messy with tears and her face twisted in anger and determination. Determination to kill. That was when I made up my mind as to who was going in that river.

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