Could you please stop dying? You're making a scene...

Short story. It's actually the last chapter of a story I'm writing on quizilla. I thought of it today and I HAD to write it. Hope you like it XD

"You don't realize what you've done." Faith glared at me, I was merely standing there playing with my red hair.

If you hate me so much, then why don't you kill me? I said silently inside my head.

"I was everything! I was the 'It' girl of the year! I was fabulous! you took that all away from me, Scarlett!" Tears were running down Faith's eyes, smudging her black make-up.

If you hate me so much, then why don't you kill me? I shifted my weight onto my right foot and continued to listen to Faith's rant.

"I found you four months ago, and you were the most pathetic thing I had ever seen! You lived with your grandmother, your sense of fashion sucked! You couldn't even get a boyfriend, for f**k's sake!"

If you hate me so much, then why don't you kill me? I made sure not to say a word, Faith would just cut me off.

Her black hair was coming out of its bun, and pieces dangled in her face. For a super model, Faith looked horrible. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be a pop star! You wouldn't be dating  my brother! You wouldn't be better than me!"

If you hate me so much, then why don't you kill me?

Faith still had her white gown on from the ball. It was still covered in blood because of what I had done. Faith had been the one I looked up to, she was my puppet master and I was her puppet. I admired her. In my eyes, she was the most wonderful person in the world. Until tonight, that is.

"Look at me, Scarlett! Just look at what you did! You f*****g killed my fiance while I was hugging him! Look at my dress, Scarlett! Look at my f*****g dress!"

Of course Faith would care more about her dress than her fiance.

If you hate me so much, then why don't you kill me?

"Are you happy, Scarlett? You're more popular than me, you're richer than me, you're even better looking than me!"

I gripped the daggar I had used to kill Brendan, Faith's fiance, in my hand. Part of me wanted to kill the b***h, too.

"I just don't get it, Scarlett. What did I ever do to you?" Faith looked at me, her blue eyes filled with sadness. It felt over-powering to see the queen supreme herself break down.

If you hate me so much, then why don't you kill me? I stopped playing with my hair and gripped my pink dress in my hands.

"I loved him so much...And now he's dead in the other room! I'll never, ever get to hold him again! I hope you f*****g rot in hell, Scarlett. I hope they send you to prison and you f*****g rot!" Faith screamed.

That's where I burst out laughing. I don't know if it was because I was going insane, or if it was because what she said struck a nerve. Whatever it was, I didn't care, I loved this feeling.

"That. is. IT!" Faith screeched and lifted up her bloody, white dress. stuck in between her pantyhose and leg was a hand gun. It shimered in the light. she pulled it out and pointed it at me. "What do you have to say to me now, you f*****g skank?!" Faith cocked the gun.

click, click!

I stopped laughing and pointed to the blood running down Faith's dress and onto the floor. She was covered in it. "That stain's going to be hard to get out." I grinned.

Faith didn't say anything, just pulled the trigger.

Bam!

And my all-too-fabulous-life came to and end.

You hated me so much, you just had to kill me

Author's Note

This short story reminds me of 'invisible monsters' That book is simply Wonderful.

Reviews

[ruth]

wow. i like this story. and i liked the italized words at the end..."you hated me so much, you just had to kill me"