Ariel

Ariel was a good girl. She always greeted me and talked to me. She always smiled everyday. I never saw her angry and I saw her cry only once. She never swore or did bad things. She was always polite and kind to other people. She was the teacher’s favorite because she was smart and always did her homework. Well, I heard that her family was not really nice to her and sometimes I saw a sad look in her eyes, but she could cover it neatly. Ariel was a nice girl, but she was too nice and that made her boring. What is the joy in being boring? She never talked badly about her friends, she never acted like a bad girl, and her jokes were not funny. She was pretty quiet and I heard her talking only sometimes. 

I have to admit though that she was very sweet and nice. She seemed like an angel.

Ariel the nice girl died just a few minutes ago. She was stabbed by a knife in the school bathroom three times, twice in her stomach and once in her chest. Blood pooled on the floor, you could even smell it from a far distance. No one heard her voices because it was a class time and the bathroom located in the farthest part of the school where there are no classrooms around it. People rarely go there because they are dark and there are rumours that they are haunted; they choose to go to the new one instead.

Her pretty face looks white and pale. Her eyes are still open, they look sad and scared. You can see the painful expression on her face. There is a track of tears on her cheek. Poor girl, she died in pain without sees people that she loved for the last time. Is that the expression of all the people when they see the angel of the death? But with her eyes open like that, it feels like she is staring at me with a mocking expression. I get goosebumps and then slowly I close her eyers. My fingers touch her face, cold. There you go, with her eyes close, she looks completely dead. I grin and start laughing. 

Ariel the nice girl will never smile anymore.

                I had a good luck today. Ariel had discovered me while I was injecting drugs into my body. I started crying and begged her not to tell anybody. But do you know what she did next? She smiled and then hugged me, said everything will be okay and she would help me escape from that devilish thing. See, isn’t that a complete lie? Who would do that? No one would say that to other people when they disover them doing bad things. Even my family looks at me with a disgusted look on their face even though they have no clue about what I did. Ariel hardly knew my life, how she could react like that? I was sick of her, sick of her fake kindness. 

That was the time when I finally decided I was the one who will make her go forever. You all agree with me, right? Who can live with someone like that? It is not just me who said she was boring because she was too nice, so no one will really miss her. My hatred and anger reached its limit. So I pushed her to the wall and covered her mouth, then I reached for my pocket knife that I always bring everywhere. Do you know what I felt after I stabbed it into her body? Watched her eyes expanded with horror and pain? It was the best feeling in my life.  The sweet feeling of revenge spread all over my body and the devil in me screamed for more, so I stabbed again twice and let her slide to the floor. Aah, when I saw the blood sprut out and watched her face full of excruciating pain, I wanted to laugh.  I won! I beat her and now I won’t have to see her annoying face anymore! I kneeled beside her to celebrate my victory. 

“You lose,” I said. “You always nice and kind, and that is really annoying. It is not my fault that you ended up like this. If only you stopped giving people a fake smile, if only you stopped being a nice girl, I would not care about you.” I stopped, then I rubbed her face softly, watched her closed her eyes and breathed slowly. Tears fell down in her cheek. ‘You are too naive, darling. Do you think everyone is a good person? There is no angel in this world, missie. No one can be an angel long enough before the devil masters their heart, not even you. I am the evil, and I will get rid of all annoying stupid little angels that disturb me.” I laughed, but then I stopped after I felt her hand touch mine. I looked at her angrily. What the heck is she doing? Then suddenly she opened her eyes and looked right into my eyes.

 “You are an angel. But you just get lost, my dear Lucy. I forgive you.” She smiled, then she stopped breathing. She was gone. Forever. 

I stared at her in disbelief. Did she really just said that? That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Who the heck is she? What is she? She is definitely not human. When I saw her eyes, it feels like she staring at me with a mocking expression. I got goosebumps and then slowly I closed her eyers. With the eyes closed, she looked completely dead. I grinned and started laughing. 

Then I feel my tears roll down my cheek. I rub it; I cannot believe why I am crying right now. I cannot stop crying. What is happenIng to me? What’s wrong with me? Where’s that sweet feeling go? I keep sobbing and sobbing. Did the devil leave me after what I did for the devil? Then I stop crying. I know why I cry. I am the fallen angel. I am the Lucifer. What I did today turned me completely into a devil. This is the sadness of my soul, the dying scream of my heart. I am dying. I am a sinner, and there is no turning back. I look at the dead body of Ariel Angelo, and then I whisper in her ear.

 ‘I am sorry.’ 

I pick up my knife, feel that cold metal in my wrist. I close my eyes and cry, but at the same time I smile.

Slice.

"This creepy story made for my English Creative Writing piece--overall this is my favorite, despite the blood and the killing part. Pam was right, I read too much suspense story.."