Not everyone will be nice to their best friend who stole your crush the day you told them. But who would have thought that a wedding invitation, a possible motive, and being skilled with an ax. Would have led to this.
I remember it so clearly, the exact date when I fell in love. The fact that we both shared a common interest in combat. And how he complimented me on my combat, and my master skills with wielding an ax. The exact place where I confessed and was rejected. The exact reason I was rejected. I would have ignored the fact that he rejected me but the reason resonated with me, it enraged me. The one person I trusted with this information, was the one who stole my childhood crush. My best friend confessed on the day I told her I was in love with him for many years.
But, that was years ago, I’ve gotten over that. I mean I did every now and then bully her a little. Which I guess made everyone think we were enemies now. I do hate her, but I’m, not a psychopathic murder aiming for revenge or anything like that. I was easily able to forgive and forget, well more on the forget less on the forgive.
Their relationship was going steady and it seemed like they were perfect for each other. And a few years later, I got the invitation to their wedding. I was filled with happiness that they even thought of inviting me. I thought this would be the perfect time to try and salvage our best friend relationship. I already had it planned, I was going to wear the pink dress she had gotten me for my 16th birthday, the bracelet she got me when we were 9, and my favorite shoes that I often let her borrow. It was set, I was set. But, little did I know that this invite would ruin my life.
When I arrived at the church, everyone was having a blast. I could see in the distance my best friend’s aunt, her cousins that always said they loved me, her little sister, and her parents. I desperately wanted to go over and say “hi”, but I felt like I didn’t have the right for that. I basically ruined our relationship over a boy, I didn’t deserve their compliments or discussions until I made up with her. I didn’t know anyone else but her side of the family, so I was left all alone. I didn’t really want to mingle and converse, rather I came here for a mission.
However, a few minutes later, my high school friends finally found me. I was hoping to go unnoticed for as long as I could, but of course, my rival and her group would track me down. I tried my best to ignore her for as long as I could, but she made that near impossible. I was finally able to get away from her by sneaking off to the bathroom. And that was when I heard a scream coming from a hallway.
I rushed to see what was wrong, only to find my best friend lying on the floor in her white dress that was now splatter in red. You could clearly see the slash in her stomach, still oozing dark red paint. The person who had found her cold dead body turned her head towards me. Her face was filled with tears, and her hands covered in blood. Others began to gather around, all with the same terrified face, until finally someone spoke.
“W-who did this!” A woman cried as she glanced at the crowd. No one responded. It was then that someone founded a bloody ax that was thrown away. It was evidence of who could have done this. I suddenly felt a chill down my spine when I realized how familiar that ax looked. It looked exactly like mine. It was at this moment that I knew this invitation was about to ruin everything.
“Miss, I would like to point out that I may know who did this.” My rival proclaimed to the crying woman.
“Please tell us who could have done this to my one and only daughter.” The same woman pleaded for her answer. My rival slowly pointed over towards me. It was then that everyone noticed that I was there.
“She hated your daughter since she took away her crush, and their relationship became horrible once she figured out. Not only that, but she is also the only person I could think that is skilled with an ax.” Everyone turned towards me as they listened to my rival’s declaration. The evidence was stacked up against me, everyone knew I was talented in combat especially with an ax, and all the high school friends would agree that I did in fact hate her. Next thing you know I’m in handcuffs being asked questions from the police.
I had no evidence but myself to prove I wasn’t in the hallway before the body was found. I tried my best to show I was innocent, but all that work was for nothing when I was found guilty in a trial and was sentenced to death. Before I was killed, I decided to write a couple of letters. Each of them was filled with honest truth and the pleads for their forgiveness. I even wrote a letter for my now-dead best friend telling I would soon meet her. To be honest, I’m glad I was killed because I would have never been able to meet her if I was found innocent. And I would have never been able to salvage our relationship.
