the guilt of the girl in the yellow dress

this is a short story i wrote about a girl who has just done something unforgivable (i didnt know what to put as the genre so i just did teen and young adult)

It was all too much,The white-noise of the tv from the other room,playing some cringe teen rom-com. It was all too much,the screeching tune coming from the ice-cream van and the squealing of children chasing after it in desperation for just a taste of that rich and sweet deliciousness. It was all too much,the quiet hum of the neighbours finishing up mowing their dewy grass, in preparation for the summer days spent there. It was all too much,At Least it was all too much for Me to handle,after what I had just done merely minutes ago.

I turn my head slightly to gaze out of my hallway window. I saw a silky, smooth collusion  of skyburst reds and yellows into the calm of the evening and I felt repulsed. How could mother nature make her child so angelic but allow monsters like me to live in its Radiance,when I commit such horrid acts like the one from just moments before.I look down to see my once fresh white converse now painted in abstract splatters of blood from the girl who lies next to them,Charlotte Moore or better known by me and the rest of the school as Lottie. I stare down at the lifeless form i once called my best friend for a moment, when i am awakened out of my thoughts by the giggling coming from the tv in the other room, the film that me and Lottie planned to watch together followed by many more films after that but the last thing we ended up watching was each other as any form of life and all the light drained from her warm amber eyes.Then i lean down towards her body and close her eyes that once used to be overflowing with hopes and dreams.

I start to walk away not being able to bare it much longer when suddenly i freeze remembering that i can't just walk away and forget this ever happened because by my kitchen door lies a dead girl and my favourite yellow dress now blood-soaked, no i realised i have to do something get rid of these clothes,get rid of Lottie,get rid of it all before anyone finds out no one must know a single thing of what happened on june 13th in 57 blossom drive at 6:15 not a soul.

                                     

Author's Note

this is my first work let me know what you think thanks for reading all reviews are welcome