It's the truth.

This story is for the Crime Writing competition.
I have never written crime before, but I think it'll be a new experience.
Please write comments, and tell me what you think.

Valerie Blackner is sick and tired of being pushed about. It's about time she pushes back, but does she push to HARD?


6. Chapter 6

It had to be done.

It was practically killing me.

You'll regret it, my mind reapeated.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I had it planned :

Text Kimberley with Tom's fake number, telling her to meet me.

Tell her to meet in Hillston Woods.

Meet her.

As soon as she see's me, yell at her.

Tell her to say sorry, or she'll regret it.

Shoot her.


I woke up on Saturday morning, with my mind happy, and cheery.

I was finally going to get rid of Kimberley, and I didn't feel the tiniest bit of regret.

I packed my gun away in my pocket, and whipped out my phone from my back pocket.

I texted Kimberley.

A few moments later, her reply was waiting.

Hey babe. Sure, I'll meet. Wher did u say?

Hilston Woods. C u ina bit xx

I made my way down the stairs, and out the door.

Mom was shopping, so she'd be out for a while.

I wore leather gloves, in-case I dropped my gun.


I was there.

I could see her shadow out in front.

She spun round at the snap of a twig, and sighed.

"Why are you here?"

I didn't reply.

I had the gun in position.

I was ready.

"Tom's not coming"

"How would you know?"

"Because I was texting you"

"You stalker! You don't know when to stop! Your so weird, I'm leaving".

She tried to stalk on past, but I stopped her.

"Say sorry"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Say sorry for everything that you've done. You hurt me, punched me, injured me in P.E. All I've tried to do is be nice, be your friend. Say sorry, or regret it".

My heart was racing now.

I told myself to calm down.

She's wouldn't say it, then it'd be over.

"What do you mean regret it? I am so much stronger then you, I'm better then you, I'm...-"

The gun was in my hand, and pointing at her.

She screamed.

But her screaming was bliss.

Finally, she'd back down.

"Your a freak!Put the gun down! Put it down!"

"No, you deserve this!"

Then I fired.

The sound rung out, and I watched the bullet dive into her forehead.

She fell backwards onto the ground.


I knelt beside her, and stroked her hair.

Finally, she was gone.

I would finally, have peace.

I placed her arms across her chest.

I spread back her hair.

I shut her eyes, and wiped away the blood with a tissue.

And then I left.

Left her limp body.

Left her lifeless.

Its the truth, she's dead.

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