(⚠️Tw: suicide, murder, cussing, bullying, and related topics mentioned!! ⚠️)

(Reminder: this is purely fictional and any events relating to real life is purely a coincidence)

It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow because much to my dismay, bodies don’t bury themselves. Okay. I do admit maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea murdering them back after they killed Cedar. But no one would believe me AND they threatened to kill me if I told anyone. So technically, it was self-defense. Wait, hold on. I should probably start back from the beginning.

My friend, Cedar, was always bullied and she was in school until one day the bullies took it too far and killed her. They pinned on a suicide but I knew better. The detective wasn’t much help either. Without proof, they are useless. Not their fault, of course but still. And if I tried to leave and tell the detective, I would’ve ended up with a knife in my back or a bullet. So I did what I had to do: kill them before they could harm me.

I look back at the body, which is covered up with a blanket. Mostly, anyway. His arm is hanging out, full of deep gashes-the ones I caused to harm him after what he’d done and threatened. It wasn’t needed, of course, if he’d just confessed instead of lied like he did. I heard him talk about it though. How he did ‘so good’ in covering it up and shit. I saw right through his fucking façade though! Haha! Revenge is a dish best served cold!