Digging their own grave

The sharp and stern voice of a reporter coming from the TV stirred me up into my consciousness and I slowly opened my heavy eyelids. The back of my head was still throbbing hard but couldn't bring my hands up to massage the temple of my head to soothe it down.

I struggled to use my hands but soon perceived that they have been restrained by a rope.

The suicide note by the 21-year-old boy Joshua... mentioned that it was jealousy that triggered him to take such drastic steps to eliminate the victim by forcing him to commit suicide and he did so by threatening the lives of the victim's friend and family anonymously.

As my blurry vision was restored, I noticed the News reporter reporting a case right infront of my college in the flat screen TV hung before the bed that I was lying on.

The boy went ahead to blackmail and rape another female student before committing suicide by shooting himself in the head. Another victim of his vicious attack has still been missing and the police department has allocated their entire force in search of the missing college student...

Suddenly my face was flashed in the Tv saying missing for more than 24 hours.

I let out a muffled scream trying to call out for help when a warm hand caressed my head hushing me down.

"Tia it's fine, you are safe here" Taehyung's voice brought immense fear within me and I shrieked trying to scoot away from him but he trapped me with his strong arms.

"Promise me you won't scream" He was fondling with my hair and only after I nodded my head in agreement, he let go of me and uncovered my mouth.

"Why" was the first word the fell off omy lips while I cried shutting my eyes close.

I couldn't believe that Taehyung was a killer, I couldn't accept that my loving boyfriend was behind the death of my best friends. I wanted him to say that it was a misunderstanding or this was just a nightmare but again the pain in my head and my wrist reminded me that I was living the reality.

"I never meant this to happen, you were supposed to return back your home" he sighed as if that was his only concern not the fact that he had killed people.

"How could you do this? how could you?" I screamed at him and the look of irritation quickly spread across his face.

"They were very noisy, I never like how they took your time" He shrugged his shoulder as if killing to him wasn't a big deal.

It appeared like the decision to get rid of my friends came to him spontaneously while he was drinking coffee one morning.

"But" he lifted his finger and pointed at me, cutting me off "that wasn't the reason why I killed them, I knew their death would make you sad so I always controlled my urges however they were digging too much so I ended up making the pit they were digging, their grave."