Aris: A Fictional Narrative

I stand there, stiff as a tree, and frozen in place. How could I have been so stupid? She tricked me… again. My head is spinning. I don’t know how to feel. I am somewhat relieved, but I’m also furious. Teresa and I stood there, her arms wrapped tightly around me before she slowly let go, the awkwardness still lingering in the air. After the long moment of silence, she spoke, “It was all an act, Tom.” She wiped her tears away with her sleeves. Her eyes begged for forgiveness. When I didn’t respond, she sighed and placed her hands on my cheeks, rubbing her thumb across my skin. “Please, you have to believe me.” I ignored the affectionate gestures and brushed away her hands. After she made out with Aris right in front of me, it was a lot easier.

I say to him telepathically. He responds with a scowl and pulls the trigger. I swiftly cock my head to the side, the bullet still skimming the side of my cheek. I start to feel blood trickling down my face and I smile, causing Aris to shudder. Dragging my index finger along gash, then look at my finger which is now stained red. I snicker and slowly lick it clean, smiling with delight. “Delicious…” I say in almost a whisper. Aris stares at me in horror, but slowly stepped closer and closer to me. “Why are you doing this?” He asks. He tries his best to look as intimidating as he can by giving me a death glare, but fails. I snort and roll my eyes. But then I blink a few times. Why was I doing this? I ask myself. I feel a pain surge through my entire body. I can’t describe it, but it’s horrible. I grab a large, sharp rock off the ground and charge towards Aris. It makes cuts into my hands, but I barely feel any pain. The boy is frozen with shock and the gun slips from his fingers. And then he screams in

I have just plunged a rock into his left eye. A menacing laugh erupts from my throat. Aris clutches his bleeding eye, now blinded. “You… Y-you monster!” He spat before running towards Teresa, who was still watching with terror. “We have to go! Now!” He screams as he lifts her into his arms, keeping his bloody eye closed as hard as he could. She groans softly, still aching from the punch I had thrown at her. I start to advance towards the two of them, but Aris sprints in the opposite direction. But he’s made a horrible mistake. He has turned his back towards me. I lift the gun he had dropped off the ground and smirk. “Tch… Idiot…” I say with a sneer; and I lift the gun towards the back of his head. No. NO. STOP. DON’T DO IT- My head screams. But it’s too late. I pull the trigger and the bullet flies out. “ARIS!” Someone screams. It’s Teresa. She hops onto her feet and stands between Aris and I.
And then I hear a loud thump.
Teresa now lays on the ground in her own pool of crimson red blood. Her eyes are wide with surprise. The sleeves of her shirt soaked in blood beneath her, and she stares up at the sky. Because she no longer has the power to look anywhere else.
She isn’t breathing.
I had killed her.