Good Night John, I Love You

A Story by Violinheart721

“ Good night, John. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Lily yelled from her front step. It was almost eleven o’clock. Lily and I had been out with friends since five. I was exhausted.

“ Bye, see you tomorrow,” I lied. I hopped in my car and drove down the street and parked. I waited twenty minutes before I turned the car around and drove back to her house. I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a kitchen knife. The metal was cold against my bare hand. I walked as quietly as possible to the back of the house. I climbed up the old bricks past her room and pulled myself through the broken attic window. I had done this before, I dropped down through the trapdoor and quickly moved down the hall into Lily’s bedroom Her room was dark, the only source of light was the pale, white, glow of the moon pouring in through her window. She was sound asleep.

She didn’t She didn’t move as the door clicked shut. I moved silently across her room to her closet door. I reached up and pulled down a box I had placed there just days earlier. I waked over to her bed and set the box on the ground. I put my hand over her mouth and pulled out the knife. She screamed but I immediately muffled them with a stray pillow.

“ You scream and I kill you faster,” I said. She started to cry, but remained quiet. It didn’t matter whether she listened or not. I was going to kill her in the same way at the same time. I tied a scarf over her eyes. I reached into the box and pulled out two lengths of rope and bound her wrists and ankles. She tried to struggle and escape, but it was hopeless. Once she was bound I held the knife against her throat.

“ Please,” she whispered, “ don’t do this.”

“ I have to,” I replied.:

“ No, you don’t. I’m your friend,” she said desperately.

“ You are my friend, and look were that got you,” I said,” Now say goodnight Lily”

With that I slid the thin blade across her her throat. I watched the blood begin to pour out for a moment before reaching into the box once again and pulling out a pale white calla lily and placing it on her chest. They were her favorites. I then put the knife to my own throat and made my fate the same as hers.