The video

She recorded a video on her phone of what she did? Should I really be watching this, I questioned. No, I can't just ignore it. I unpressed the pause button and braced myself. "Help help help!!!!!" Eric started screaming like a lunatic. He kicked around but that didn't free him. Even with my volume low, he was so loud I was taken aback by it. Holy shit.

"Jeez can you quiet down I'm trying to talk to Caleb." Hannya came in view of the camera and straightened her hair up. "Hi Caleb! I know Eric is the one who's been being mean to you. I'm gonna make him stop, don't worry. She got closer and bent down to smile at the phone. "Don't worry I'll make him suffer. He hurt you. It's unacceptable."

Hannya covered a part of her face with her hand as she used the other one to unzip her school bag. She was blushing. "I heard you got into the fight to defend me." Holding what seemed to be a orange hilted splitting axe and a screwdriver, she whispered closer to the phone. "I love you, I love you, I love y-" another scream for help was heard behind, interrupting Hannya.

"Quiet!" She shouted to him, "I'm talking to Caleb!" She knelt closer to her phone again, "Sorry dear, he interrupted. I'll try to get this done quick but I don't know if I can just let him get off easily. It angers me so much, this just proves my love for you."

Eric tried desperately bargaining.

"Hey uh what do you want? My dad's a lawyer, if you want money I can get-"

"Shut up there's nothing that you can offer me. You ridiculed and hurt Caleb. I won't let you do that again. I hate you." Hannah hid the axe behind her. Eric probably couldn't see it but I sure could.

"Pl-Please! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I was just jealous that he had landed a cute girlfriend! I won't do it again I promise I'm sorry!"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere." Hannya glared at him. I could only imagine what she was thinking. Did Hannya really believe she was doing this out of love and a need to protect me?

Cmon, Eric's an asshole he deserves this. He insulted you, insulted your girlfriend, punched you. His death would be a net positive for your life and probably the word.

"I'll make an example out of you, you bastard." Hannya whispered to Eric as she stepped closer.

"Ahhhh-!!" Eric screamed as Hannya drove the screwdriver into his wrist, probably crushing all his carpal bones. "Stop stop st stop!!! Please!!!!" His face was wet with tears. Hannya quickly dug the screwdriver from his wrist and repeated the process to the other hand. She started giggling, like a lunatic. The maroon blood glistened the metal screwdriver. I felt like throwing up.

"Guess you won't be able to punch someone ever again." She giggled and nearly dropped the axe behind her.

No! That's not right. He shouldn't just be slaughtered and tortured like an animal. Maybe Hannya was done? Impaling his wrists would be enough punishment, right? Maybe Hannya didn't kill him yet, just maybe I can st-

The first chop of the axe nearly picked his head off. Of course, being an average sized girl her awkward and relatively weak swing wouldn't chop the head clean off. Eric's pale and bloody stump of a head hung on his neck by strands of skin and flesh.

I bolted to the restroom and nearly tripped over the bathroom mat as I puked in the toilet. No. No. No. How? Sure, she nearly killed two people already, but this was a serious step up! She slaughtered Eric. Slaughtered him.

I inched out of the bathroom and drew closer to my phone. Maybe I was seeing things, it didn't happen. Or it could have been some odd sense of morbid curiosity. Something made me want to look again.

I unpaused the video. Hannah dropped the axe and quickly grabbed the phone off from whatever desk she propped it on upon. Now that I decided to look around, it seemed the murder was conducted in a basement or wear house.

"I did it Caleb I did!" She beamed at the phone in front. Despite the blood splattered on her school uniform and chin, she emitted a a happy and prideful aura. "I hope you love me even more now. I'll have to do a lot of work to dispose of the body. It's fine though, nobody will know. I love you." The video ended and panned out to my messages with Hannya.

What the hell do I do now? I have actual proof to land Hannya in prison right? Wouldn't it be evil to not report it. But do I really want to? Hannya's the only person to ever really care about me like this. Remember the good times we had? They would end. I would be alone again. I would be pathetic again. It's not fair. I shouldn't have to choose between my happiness and morality. Am I just selfish? Can't I just have one nice thing in my life without it getting ruined?

I laid on my bed, a few tears coming from my face. I peaked at my phone when I felt it vibrate. She texted me, didn't she?

"Hannya 3:24: Am I a good girl? I did good didn't I? You won't have to worry about him anymore, just forget about him.

Hannya 3:25: I want 2 see u again can I come over :>"

I was tired and depressed, all I thought was that I could use a hug or some comforting words. Maybe she was right? I should just forget about it. What's done is done. I couldn't do anything else. I couldn't prevent his death so why would I need to do anymore?

"3:27: sure

Hannya 3:27: <3"

"I did good didn't I? Please say I did good!" Hannah greeted me with a warm hug while we sat on the couch.

"I...I don't want to talk about that." I avoided her gaze. I felt massive guilt not just from causing Eric's death but from inviting Hannya over. When she was around I felt needed, less useless. What the hell is wrong with me? I just saw Hannya kill someone. I have video proof! Why did I feel reluctant, even against, the idea of turning her in. I felt dependent on her, that's why. I don't know if one would call it love, but I didn't feel like a pathetic cretin when I was with her. I felt like a normal kid with a cute girlfriend at times. Sure, there were more than enough stressful moments being with her, but just occasionally, I was having real happiness.

Hannya breathed on my neck and squeezed her arms around my shoulders. "You seem sad. It isn't because what I did, is it? I did it for your own good. He deserved it for hurting you." Hannya wrapped her arms closer, "I

shouldn't have killed him so quickly."

"Stop!" I protested and pushed her off me. "I-I said I don't want to talk about!" I slouched forward and ran my hands through my messy and unkept hair. "I don't want to talk about it." I repeated, mumbling this time.

"Are you worried I'll get caught? It's fine, I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about it. I just thought I did a good job." Hannya creeped closer to me and started petting my hair.

"I just don't know what to do." I mumbled and started gripping the couch. I knew I was doing something wrong by being complacent in a murder, it just felt so hard to betray Hannya. She did all this for me didn't she?

Hannya leaned closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. She suppressed a giggle and grabbed my hand. "Hey it's not that late we should do something."

"Like what?" I lifted my head up. Anything would do if it meant being able to forget the video. "Let's... watch a horror movie? If I get scared I have you to cling to."

"Uh let's not." I didn't have a fear of horror, they were usually cheesy and poorly made. There was a chance the fake gore would remind me of what Hannya did.

"Please?" Hannya touched my hand and smiled. Cmon it's cheap horror, no need to fear.

"Fine, just pick it out already." I grumbled.

Well I was wrong. Every time someone was decapitated, it reminded me of everything today. The feeling didn't last though, since every time something remotely spooky occurred Hannya would squeeze closer to me. It was a nice warm feeling.

"It's kinda funny..." I commented, while watching the movie.

"What is?"

"That you're scared of horror movies."

"Or maybe I just wanna be slow with you." Hannya smiled and held my hand.

We had a fun time, it definitely took my mind off of Eric.

"You should get going now it's getting pretty late. Your parents might worry."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." Hannya gave me a kiss on the cheek and soon left. And just like that, i started thinking about the death of Eric.

"It's fine, if I don't say anything- nothing will happen. I trust she disposed of the body. It's better if I just go to bed and sleep it off." And I did just that.

The next day I felt strange, I felt like something bad would happen to me. Maybe it was just me being paranoid.

After getting dressed I heard a knock on the door, maybe Jonah came back again. Maybe my parents came back front their vacation to punish me? That would be a drag. Or maybe it was Hannya?

Two police officers stood towering over my door step.