I don’t know why he wanted me to help kill you. Maybe it was the way you disgustingly smacked your lips before you lectured him to take out the dog. Maybe it was the way you always put his socks in the left draw though you knew he liked them on the right. Or, Maybe, it was because you’re a straight up bitch. Either way, he was my friend and I’d do anything for him. Even kill you.

It doesn’t help that you caught me cheating on my wife. Normally if it was just any other slut I wouldn’t care. But this was no ordinary woman. This was a woman who was heir to millions. With her father’s unlikely business gamble to start a chain of candy shops, no one expected it to boom like it did. Guess in this cold world people need something sweet to hold them over. Or maybe everyone’s a fatass. I don’t know.

Regardless, I knew you hated me for it. Another reason you must die.

Everything you thought was important to you before planning a murder all of a sudden wasn’t- the dishes weren’t clean, dog wasn’t fed, and Lucy was late from work. None of this was a concern to me- just how and when you were going to die. Suffocation, perhaps? Slowly but surely I’d watch you struggle, beg and gasp for our life. The thought was sickeningly pleasing.

Personally, I would love to slice you apart, limb from limb. Dissect you like a science project. Inspect every inch of your vile being and feed you to my dog.

I  never thought I’d be capable of murder. To be honest I never crossed my mind until you asked me. Maybe you knew before I did how much I’d love it. At first, I thought you were joking. Then you gave me that cold, solid stare and I knew you were serious.

As I ate the usual shit dinner Lucy half assed, the more the thought of taking a life became more and more tempting. Doing something so taboo became a sick obsession. I even entertained the thought of it being a spiritual experience. A sacrifice. The greatest sacrifice I’d ever make.

Bag? Check. Mask? Check. Nails filed, hair clipped. No one would ever guess it was me. It was Greg’s idea, but I considered myself the true mastermind behind the operation.
I made my way over an abandoned shack where we planned to meet up; which was often overlooked and more of an eyesore.

As I arrived, I spotted his car and a comforting feeling overcame me. We were in this together. What I do without my best friend? I let the car idle as I collected my thoughts. Deep Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Ok. I’m ready to do this.

There was a stiffness in the atmosphere entering the rickety shack. Of course, considering the circumstances. To be expected. But as I took the first few steps in, there was change of energy. It became eery and lonesome. Not only do you forget everything you once cared about, you forget about the living. You become consumed by the dead. Fascinated with the after life, living just isn’t important anymore when you can so easily take somebody else’s.

I was became anxious when Greg wasn’t were he said he was going to be. I assumed he was patrolling the perimeters, making sure were safe.
Around the corner someone approached. They were light steps, unusual from Greg’s heavy heel. Again, I waited before making any sudden moves.

Before I knew it, I was ambushed. Pinned and strangled, I struggled to grasp the situation as my eyes blurred.I twisted and snarled, finally realizing it was Greg holding me. As I focused I felt something hard and cold on my temple. A Gun. I looked up. It was Lucy.

“Maybe you’ll regret cheating on me now, fucker.” Dead.