She Had To Die, Short Story Options

[Sa-Chan]

Story I wrote.

It's yet to be completed...and probably never will be.


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Understand that it is not that I hate her, and it is not so much murder as it is circumstance. You see, it cannot be murder if the victim is unknown to the killer. It is only murder if the killer takes their action out of spite. And I, my friend, feel no spite towards her. Infact, even on the day the plan hatched itself inside my weary brain I felt not even a small amount of spite...towards her. I simply felt the yearning for fulfillment.

I remember it well, the day that my exceedingly wonderous plan was formulated. I was simply laying in bed, exhausted by the toilsome day of school that I had embarked upon that day. I wanted nothing but rest. Ease. A simple moment of quiescence would have been enough.

Perhaps I would have had it, had my eyes not fallen upon the stain on my dresser cabinet. The dark, smoky gray stain, produced by billowing candle smoke, that plagued the smooth, white surface. I cringed. I had spent days trying to scrub the smoke stain off, and when that had failed, I had taken to scraping my fingernails against the wood until they bled, in a desperate attempt to dig the stain out. This had failed, leaving only thin, nail marks.

But it was the glimpse of that disgusting, repugnant stain that stirred the thoughts that had been floating around idly in my brain, into one single over-ruling thought. The girl had to die.

Again I state, it is not that I hate her, I could never hate someone I do not know. She has simply always been there, standing to one side of me at school. A stranger. An intruder. An outlander. We have never spoken a single hello to one another, much less anything else. She has just always been there, cluttering up the hallways, standing to close. Being to casual, with that overly friendly, obviously fake smile of hers. With those eyes that, more than likely, could shoot malicious arrows on will.

But I do not hate her, and what I intend to do is not out of spite, nor is it murder. It is merely circumstance. I feel certain that you agree, as I know that she would as well.


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Second segment added further down.

[JlIaTMK]

You know,
this sounds much like The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe.

Hm, honestly, it sounds too much like it.
Was your inspiration of him?

[Sa-Chan]

You know,
this sounds much like The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe.

Hm, honestly, it sounds too much like it.
Was your inspiration of him?

Indeed it was, I had it posted on my xanga and mentioned that it was my trying to do an Edgar Allen Poe. Sorry I didn't mention it here.

I always wanted to do something in the style of Edgar Allen Poe, but the thing is...I already have an end written out, and it's not really a Poeish thing. So, I didn't really want to ruin it.

That's why I'm not writing out the rest.

In a way, it's because maybe I don't want to ruin the vibe, or maybe I'm just afraid that it wouldn't make sense, because how I want it to end would leave a lot of gaps for the reader to fill in on their own.

A lot of the time people get mad at me when I do that <_<