WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a dialogue scene which starts with a confession of love and ends with a confession of a crime.
But I Love You
“Jackson?” Emma looked over to her best friend.
“Hm?” Jackson stared at her.
“You did it again,” Emma said, referring to his constant zoning out. Yes it annoyed her, but it also scared her, the way he would stare at the wall as if pictures were forming in front of his very eyes. “Are you stressed?” Emma looked at his fidgety hands.
Jackson pursed his lips together and stared down at his hands. He eventually said, “No, just bored. And a bit tired.”
“Do you need to rest, you put too much pressure on yourself,” she looked at him sweetly.
“No. I just- I think I have feelings for you Emma.” He said it timidly, Emma tried to read him. Why was he scared? Why was he bringing this up now? He stared blankly at her, trying to read her mind. Her words faded away, he couldn’t hear her.
“Jackson!” She yelled.
“Sorry, was I doing it again?” His vision was in pieces, his eyes had started to water.
“How could you?” She asked, sharper than she usually was.
“Sorry, I can’t control it, I think it’s the anxiety,” he answered.
“You could’ve talked to me, this whole time? _This _is who you were? What you were _thinking _about?” She started getting more angry. He couldn’t look her in the eyes, each time his vision darted up to her forehead.
“I’m sorry! I had my reasons,” he called to her.
“Reasons? _Reasons?!” _She screamed. “I’m not here, you are talking to my _fucking _ghost!” She stared him down, blood streaming over her pale features from the bullet hole protruding from her forehead.
_Knock knock._
“Sir, could you open the door, the neighbors called about a strange noise?” A voice said from the other side of the door. Jackson opened the door, the police officer eyed his blood soaked hand. The officer’s eyes widened as he pushed through to see Emma’s bloody corpse sprawled out across the floor.
“I- I,” Jackson stared, wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights. “I did it.”
The world blurred away as the officer spoke into his walkie and handcuffs were clasped around his wrist. The last thing heard was his own lips whispering ‘But I love you’, before he fell into a complete insanity.