I’ve corrected the spellings in this but it’s basically the same old thing again. So, enjoy again….
If you are an easily confused person, I’ll try making this simple, OK. Bold is Artemis narrating (and cursing), and normal is, well, a random girl. Dah! Italics, I guess it’s me.
I’m so excited! Artemis finally agreed. You don’t know how long he took to make his mind up. Every day after school, I ran past the rest to the gate to where he was loitering and would ask him if he’d like to come to the cafe with me. Every day he would say NO!
Silly girl. Has she any idea how annoying she is? I pouted.
Might as well give in to her. Stupid girl.
And today’s no normal day either. No, it’s not Valentines, neither is it my birthday. It’s his, and I’ve got something special to give him in my pocket.
We walk down the road to the cafe across the street. I can’t believe he agreed. I’m literally jumping for joy. Dumb girl. We enter the Christmassy building (it’s not Christmas) and I saved us a table while he went over to get the drinks. I’d told him I love Faluda. He’d winced and when I asked him why, he said it reminded him of lollipops. I dropped the subject.
It was getting dark when we’d finished out submarines. Artemis had been quiet the whole time, and it began to freak me out. I looked up after my last bite. She seemed to be looking at me and shivering. I looked aside quickly.
I was relieved when he spoke; when he asked me if I wanted him to drop me home. This was what I’d been waiting for all my life, dreaming out of the window every night before I slept.
I got up, relieved we could move away from that immobilizing place. As we took the road down beside the park, a cool breeze blew on us, waving our hair in the wind. Artemis’s hair had grown quite long during last autumn.
I reach to my pocket.
My eyes flashed at her. What was she doing.
‘Close your eyes,’ I said.
Why was I panicking? Is this really sweat pouring down my neck? D’Arvit! How did I ever get into this mess. Stupid me!
He hesitated, but did it all the same.
I took it out and placed it in his palm. Then I closed it.
Slowly, I opened my palm. It was a silver necklace with a pendent embedded with diamonds. Fakes, obviously, you can see the way it shines weakly in the moonlight. She probably couldn’t afford one with real stones. But…
‘It-it’s beautiful,’ he said softly.
I felt regret. Strong and hot, burning in my throat. But it was too late to turn back.
Then he looked into my eyes.
This is the moment, I thought, a warm shiver filling me. His blue eyes looked beautiful in the moonlight. I smiled at him.
Her smile broke my heart. So innocent. She actually trusts me.
A warm trickle fell down from my eyes.
My smile faded away. ‘Why are you crying?’ I asked, reaching up and wiping his tears away.
Don’t do this to me, I felt like yelling. Don’t treat me like this. I don’t deserve it. No!
Why did I ever choose this path? Why in the name of Frond did I swear to her? Why on Earth can’t I turn back? I don’t want to do this. No!!!!!!!!!
My eyes widened.
She fell to the ground, and I watched her, doing nothing; nothing at all about the knife in her chest, the knife which I placed there.
She looked beautiful with her hair sprayed around her, mixing with her own blood. So beautiful, shining weakly in the moonlight.
‘Why?’ she asked, with her last breath.
I closed my eyes. The deed was done.