Remi-

It was last year that me and my best friend met. It was almost as if we were meant for each other. After we met we were inseparable, we did everything together. It was almost as if we were a double package, if you wanted one you got the other. But the events of that summer changed everything.

I’ll give you a little backstory on our situation here. So I was the ugly, shy, quiet kid in my group. Everyone already had their glow ups in middle school, but I thought I was ugly forever. Until the summer of 11th grade. I decided that I had enough of being overshadowed, and discarded, and since I could fix it I decided to fix it. (Obvs) So I did what any tired, little high schooler would do. I went to the gym, I got a great skin and hair care routine, and I did what effected me the most: I hyped myself up, I boosted my own confidence. When I went back to school everyone was shocked. I mean I didn’t notice my glow up until I looked at my old photos because this transformation didn’t happen in a day. ‘“Is that Remi.” “I think so.” “It can’t be, no one can have a glow up that big.”’ Were some of the comments switched around. Honestly for the first day of school I thought that there was toilet paper stuck to my pants, and that’s why everyone was staring. At first my bestie, Rachel, was happy until she realized that I was getting all the attention. She wasn’t used to not being the main character. She tried all the classic ways of bringing me down, but people kept staring. I think what finally drove her over the edge was when a guy, someone we both had a crush on since the beginning of time, said this: “omg, Remi looks sooo cute.” “What about her friend,” his fellow jock said. “Nah she’s too basic, Remi just looks different, interesting instead of trying to look like everyone else she made her own fashion.” “True.” So the next day Rachel came wearing the most elaborate smoked eyeshadow that covered her temples too. She also had on extreme high liter, eyeliner, and blush. Everyone was staring, not idolizing stares, but disgust. Not that she noticed, no, she walked right next to Jake, our crush, “Ewww I’ve never seen a bigger wannabe.” As soon as she heard that she dashed into the bathroom and stayed there for most of the school day, but when she came out she didn’t have any makeup on, and she had a face full of resolve. I thought she finally gave up, but little did I know what she was planning next.

I woke up in the back of a car, not knowing where I was or where I was going. My head was aching and it was wet. When I reached to feel around, my fingers came away wet and red with blood. “Shit.” “Oh you’re awake,” a familiar voice said in a casual tone as if we were on a road trip chatting. I struggled up to see and my blood froze in my veins. In the front seat were Rachel’s pretty, painted hands on the wheel,and her face in the rear view mirror. “I’m sorry it had to be this way,” she said. Then I felt my consciousness fade away once more.

Rachel-

I watched her pretty face as if intoxicated. She lay helpless, tied down to a cold, steel table. Her long slender legs restrained with fraying rope. She jolted awake, but instead of pleading she just stared at me with those deep blue eyes. It was like being thrust into a deep, tremulous ocean, and for a second I hesitated, but… no she deserves it. I grabbed a knife off of a nearby shelf. I traced her skin with it. Down her fair neck, and over her radiant skin. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything, not that she could. I had tightly wrapped a gag around her pink lips. I pressed the knife to her neck and ripped the gag off. “Any last words,” I tempted her. She didn’t say anything. I pressed a little harder, and a few drops of blood trickled down her throat. She winced. Then I realized the reason she was quiet. In one fluid motion the fraying ropes snapped and she grabbed the knife.

Remi-

The tables had turned. Now I was holding the knife. “Hand over your phone,” I commanded. “You wouldn’t-“ she started. “Oh, but I would,” I countered. She handed it over. I booked an Uber. The 2 minutes before it arrived went fast. “Why,” I asked, “I thought our friendship was stronger than this.” “Well…”, she had no words. “Honk!” The Uber was here. As I sat I realized that she was only human and all humans could be overcome with jealousy. Then the driver looked at me. It was my dad. “Hi dad.” “HI DAD? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WERE JUST ABOUT TO BE MURDERED.” “Oh that… it’s a long story.”