Young Writers Society

“Hello”, Mr. William said with a bewildering look. The reply should have been straight like “hi” or “hello” but the severing of my body doesn’t let me speak a single word. I was standing frozen. It’s not cold there, even it’s a month of blooming spring. All the fruits and flowers are ripe yellow. This was not a good idea … I kept murmuring in front of him. He became skeptical, just asked, “Is everything ok young man?” A sudden thought hit me, what if he found?

I reconciled myself and said with clearing my throat “Ya, I’m … I’m good”, crossed him and run out of the store. Mr. William was my history teacher. I never feel his presence in my entire life, but, today first time in my life I took him seriously. I started walking back to my apartment. The plastic bag was full of ice and so heavy like it’s full of rocks. I was running back to my apartment and the ice was keep melting, the water making a trail through my deeds, choices and wrong decisions.

I was so afraid, that I never tried to look for other things on road .. I was just walking. Finally, I reached my apartment. I ran through the stairs and opened my room, before closing the doors I checked the lobby. Then I turned on TV and set the volume to max. The time came when I have to face it, I stepped into the bathroom. It’s smelling, the foul smell, it’s not bearable. But I don’t have another choice. Either someone catches me or I replace myself to the dead body. So, it’s time to stick on the plan, pour ice in the tub. The ice was hard and very big to fit in the tub. Somehow I broke the ice and put in the tub. I never did such a thing and never thought, that a time will come when I have to do this. I am very fucked up. Someone knocked on the door, “oh, god!” I decided to ignore and after some time, it stops. I don’t who was knocking but leave it. First, I have to complete this job. I came out of the bathroom and closed the doors, sprayed room fresheners. It also got empty. I laid on the sofa. My eyes, I can feel the pain I haven’t slept for two nights. I put myself on the sofa and tried to sleep but thoughts of the body didn’t help me at all.

I keep questing myself. What happened that led me to this pit? O just don’t why I did invite her. There was a choice for me to take and what I did to myself. I am just selfish brat, asshole who never thought of anyone else.

The night, I remembered, when I met her. It was a bar, I was with my friends us gone there to celebrate my victory. Ya, we won a baseball match. It was easy those losers don’t know how to throw a ball. She was nothing more than a score for me. Being the best baseball player in college and popular person, every girl likes me. It was easy for me to pick up girls. Just I need to play my lines and I got laid.

I bought her a drink and we started talking about college, sports and mostly my flawed achievements. As always, I made her drunk and asked her to come to my apartment. First, she resisted but I pursued her. She was a nice girl. I don’t talk much about her but, I can say, she doesn’t deserve to die like that. We took a taxi to my apartment and walked through the same stairs. While leaving the bar, I waved to my friend as I scored one more, but never thought this will happen. Now, I entered in my room. I asked for a drink, she resisted but again being a playboy I just put some pressure and she took it. The thing is if you are good looking and have a good physique half of your problem just end. The world seems to be so easy before two days.

We talked more, about the same crap how much I have? What I have won? She is so down to earth and patient that listened every crap I told her. I guess she likes me. She wants to talk to me. She tried but I never gave her a chance to speak. She is just so good and what I did?

The time came when I started playing my dirty card. What does a man need? I don’t know whether it was my fault or society’s’. Just don’t know. I was taught to be tough and enduring. I always taught to score. What man do, they score, they hunt otherwise how they would be superior.

I started forcing myself. I thought things will go well but happened just opposite.

The drinks were smooth, the talking was smooth but love, Love is hard. I tried to force her, even in such drunken state every single time she resisted. At last, I got pissed and pushed my whole weight on her. This was something that made it clear I crossed the limits. She stood up and started abusing and hitting I and I knew I did a terrible thing, but as an alpha male I have to win, I have to score. I don’t know what’s on my mind, I have do this. As we both were drunk, we were Unbalanced and speaking slurred speeches. Our motor skills were on pause. She started hitting me, she slapped me. This makes me so futile and angry that I hit her so aggressively that she fell on the glass table, the blood spilled all over the carpet. There were two things left only – scattered red glasses and me. I was stunted, a firm twitch ran all over my nerve. What did I do? My masculinity did this or I could have stopped. I killed a person. Suddenly, I stopped think and leaned forward to check her, she was not responding. I don’t know what to do. I was just going to call the doctor but I couldn’t able to do that. My whole life will be ruined, all that matches, grades and degrees will be go in vain with her. A point came when I, myself, declared her dead. I was so afraid to call the doctor. I just wanted to run away. I reconciled my feelings and decided to clean the mess, further planned to dump the body in the river. I kept the body in bathroom tub and when it starts rotting I decided to keep it in ice. While I was mesmerizing these acts, I heard the knocking again, my eyes opened. Oh, I fall asleep. On the other side, there were some people asking for me. I tried to ignore as before, a voice called my name and warned: “police here!” I was guessing how did they come to know? Then, my sight fell on the backside of my jacket, there were bloodstains.

The banging didn’t stop, thud, thud, thud…. And the door opens.