Best friend.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is based off of a dream I had.

Submitted: December 04, 2011

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Submitted: December 04, 2011



'Tick, tick, tick'  A loud ticking passed threw my head as I hit off of the illegal substance. Jessica laughed at her own little joke that she said. I just sat there, staring off into space, Thinking of all the things in life. But then my thoughts got to a certain topic. A topic I do not approve of. A topic that pissed me off. I don't know why such a simple topic pisses me off bit it does.

The room started buzzing but I think I am the only one that hears it. Jessica scooted closer to be to take the narcotic. With glassy eyes and shaky hands I passed the drug to her. I don't know why I'm acting like this. I'm never like this under the influence. I'm always mellow and happy. The usual side effect of marijuana. But it's different now. Some things not right. The feelings scaring me. The rooms so dark. My head's thinking of scary things. Twisted things. Dark things. I shook my head, hoping they would go away. But it only angered the thoughts. Jessica passes back the bowl, the goofy smile she always gives when we are smoking. The evil thoughts are taking over though. I hit the glass pipe out of her hand, startling her. Her glassy eyes where filled with a hint of fear. That pleased the evil in my head. It was like I was in a black room, watching a movie threw my eyes. I had no control of what was happening. "What the hell man? Why'd you do that? Now we can't smoke any more!" She groaned, even though she is high enough.

Looking her dead in the eyes, I stood up, Pushing her on her back, against the floor. I'm not sure what happened next. Things are getting blurry. Red. There's red in my vision. Blue and red. Mixes of colors. I can't make out any solid shapes, but there's screaming. A lot of screaming. Then it was quite. I feel better. I'm no longer locked in the dark room. But what I see makes me want to die in that dark room. Beside me lay my best friend. Decapitated. Blood. So much blood. It covered my hands and the floor. What the hell happened? I kept asking myself. Picking up the bodied-less head, I looked into her dead eyes. I'm sorry best friend. But yet, I find myself smiling? Why? How could I smile when I just murdered my best friend. Maybe it was the drugs. I've finally snapped. I have lost my mind. I have lost her. I've lost myself. Laughing? A scary laugh goes threw the air, turning it icy. The laugh so sadistic that when you hear it you shake uncontrollably. But then I realized, The laughing was from me. I'm laughing and smiling like it's a good ol' time. Looking at Jessica's head one last time, smiling, I whispered. You're free now best friend.

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