Im tired. And I dont know what to do. I know what I want to do, but I know I shouldn't. I caught my best friend Mulanie screwing my boyfriend Blaine.
"How could you do this to me", I asked him.
"Tracey, it was an accident", he said.
"Oh..right...you fell and slipped inside her, is that what happened", she asked.
"Im serious..she came on to me. What was I suppose to do, she took all her clothes off and jumped on me", he said.
"So she raped you? Is that what your saying?"
"No! She didn't rape me, are you crazy?", he asked.
"No, your the crazy one. You cant even keep your lies straight".
"You know what Im sick and tired of you anyway. Thats why I did it, are you happy now?", he yelled.
I ran out of the house at that point and went home. Locked myself in my room and cried until I couldn't anymore. I was doing so much better until I ran into that jerk. I had stopped cutting. My arms and legs were healing. Now Im sitting here with a razor blade in my hand, trembling from the inside out. As she rolled up her sleeve and ran the blade across her skin a thought came to her. Why am I hurting myself when its him I should be hurting.
So later that night when she figured he'd be asleep, she went to his house, grabbed the spare key from underneath the welcome mat and snuck inside his house. Creeping up the stairs slowly so he wouldn't hear her coming. When she was finally in his room, she stood over his bed for a minute or two listening to his loud annoying snoring. Not wanting to waste too much time she climbed on top of him and laid on his chest. When he started to wake up she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, pulled a knife from her boot and slit his throat. Felt so much better than cutting herself.