There they are, walking down the path to the party. Why is Shannon with her and not me? I’m her roommate, I’m her best friend! I sit here looking through the window in the darkness. I turn on the lamp, yet where is the light? I feel so empty and alone. The darkness swirl round me, while I sit in the edge of the bed tapping my foot. The fog around the trees outside forms shapes. The clock ticks each time I blink and a hour goes by …
Where is she? It’s that stupid so called friend of hers getting drunk or something. I bet her friend’s been talking about me, and that’s why I’m not invited. I know it, she told Shannon that I’m crazy, that I’m a psycho. I’m not! The lights flicker, the curtains fly up and the wind smashes against the window, making me jump. All falls quite and then I realise I am shouting and that people can hear me through these thin walls.
They must think I’m mad.
I wake up and open the curtains , it’s morning. The heat from the sun fills the room. Suddenly I noticed all of Shannon’s stuff has disappeared; all that remains is a single bag, stuffed with clothes.
A knock on the door.
It’s her, that girl.
“I’ve come to get Shannon’s bag,” she says.
Her words resound in my head like a drum.
“She’s come to stay with me now.” I let her pass me, she takes the bag and leaves with a smirk on her face. I look out the window and watch her climb into her car.
I’m angry. Shannon has gone to live with her! I’m her best friend. This girl has come along and stolen my best friend. She’s just replaced me.
As the clock strikes eleven hear them downstairs coming back from a concert down the road. I was suppose to go but decided there was know one to go with. I listen to their conversation, and it bores me so I reach for the shutter to close the window… but then I hear my name.
I open the window half way with a smile on my face. It’s Shannon but she isn’t talking to me … she’s talking to her.
“I heard her yesterday, talking to herself. Saying she was going to kill you because you apparently stole me away from her.”
They all laugh and I hear their dreadful chant…
“She’s mad, she’s mad’.
I slam the window and my knees give way, I lie on the bed.
The chanting drifts out of earshot as they walk away up the hill.
If they think I’m mad, well I’ll show them what mad really is.
I decide to take the rubbish out to take my mind off of things. As I throw it into the bin and begin walking back to the house, the lamp flickers in the distance over a brown paper bag. For some strange reason I walk towards the flickering lamp and pick up the brown bag. I open it and there it is in my hand. I know what I’m going to do…I take the paper bag and return like nothing has happened.
I plan what I’m going to do. By the time I’m finished they won’t be able to talk about me any more. When they pass my window I’ll do it…
At last I hear them again outside my window.
I pick up the brown bag and hold the black object in my hand.
I aim it at her, my best friend.
I refuse to think of the consequences and pull the trigger so fast I can’t hesitate!
I kill her, my friend, my foe.
She’s to blame.