Death

I messed with my hair, attempting to make it look nice. I felt like shit. My head was pounding, my ear was on absolute fire. The chaos in my mind was just screaming at me. I could stay home, tell this girl I was sick and just end my life. But, she was expecting this date. I knew she didn't care, she just wanted to use me. So, why did I feel so inclined to indulge this girl? I shook my head, heading out the door. There she was, waiting for me.

"Hello there, Prince Charming," she giggled at me. 

I saw right through her. She was just playing me, and she had been for the past three months. Why I even stayed, I'm not sure. The ride there was quiet, on my part. She liked to talk about herself, and ask the occasional question on my thoughts. I answered her briefly, not necessarily feeling chatty. My mind was just too clouded, too overwhelmed. The date was normal, she flirted with every waiter she saw, smiling brightly at all of them, before looking at me. She was chatty with our waitress, complimenting her hair, clothing, anything. 

"Fake. She's just fake,"I thought to myself.

It was just too obvious, and for some reason, it tugged at my heart. Knowing I was with someone like her. I just couldn't do it anymore.

"Waitress, ah- can we have the check please?"

I gave her my best smile, which earned a concerned look and a courteous nod. I sat back down, as she merely stared at me with that haunting stare.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you kill me?"

I sat up straight. I hadn't had that dream in a while, I hadn't thought of her in a while. Every time I did, it only caused me pain. I laid back down, my heart racing in my chest. 

"Did I kill her? ...Is she really dead?"

I shook my head, there was no way. That was years ago, and we haven't talked since that day. 

"I didn't kill her...did I? No, there's no way. I didn't do it...I couldn't have."

I scrambled for my phone. I needed to check, now.

Is she online? If she is, that means I didn't kill her, right?

My heart rate increased, as I saw her page was gone. Her mother was thanking everyone who had supported her, through such a tough time. 

"What tough time?"

As I read the post, my heart dropped. They found her body recently, in the woods. The only reason they knew it was her, was because of the severed head by the tree and the body parts scattered around it. I didn't do that, did I? Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, is anyone home? Police."

I took the gun out of my drawer, as I heard them call my name. I hoped to hell it was loaded. They busted in the door, yelling as I pointed it at my head. I pulled the trigger, and it all went black.