“Oh my God.”
Those are the two phrases I remember uttering over and over again. I stared down at the lifeless body that laid on the moist earth in front of me.
“What have I done?”
I, Riley Jo’Hanson was a murderer.
When I arrived at school that Friday day in April my face lit up when I saw my best friend Shay, waiting for me by my locker.
“Riley, we need to talk.” Shay said with a grim face.
“Sure,” I said cautiously, “what about?”
“Well, I have been thinking a lot here lately about our friendship. I think we have grown apart.”
With that she walked off, leaving me in a state of confusion. Just like that our friendship of twelve years was now over with out any forewarning.
I am only seventeen years old. I will be tried as an adult if anyone finds out.
I spun in circles around the thick brush of the woods, looking for a place to dump the body.
I drug her body. I drug her until my arms ached and began to feel like jello. Off in the distance I saw a mossy shallow swamp.
Perfect, the alligators will get to her body before anyone can discover that she was ever missing
I was at the hottest party of the week. The parties were usually held in the deep areas of the Louisiana forests; it was harder for the police to bust.
I began to look around and eventually spotted her. Shay was easily visible, even in the darkness of the night.
“Shay, may I talk to you, in a little more private area?” I asked, eyeing the crowd that gathered around the charismatic young girl.
We walked to a deep part of the forest. An awkward silence surrounded us for a few moments.
“I do not understand. Shay, best friends for twelve years and you decide to end it abruptly?”
“People change Riley. I’ve changed, you’ve changed, our relationship has changed.”
“I had no idea you were getting tired of me.”
“My god, are you really that stupid?”
“Come on Riley. I thought you would get the hint when I stopped returning your phone calls. Stopped wanting to hang out, stopped everything!”
I was getting furious now. Never has she ever raised her voice at me. Never has she been so cold.
“I figured you were busy Shay!”
“That’s what you get for figuring!”
“Are you on drugs?”
“That’s none of your business Jo’Hanson.”
“Yes it is Shay. I am your best friend!”
Shay began to walk away, back towards the party. She roughly bumped into my shoulder causing a stinging pain to shoot into my arm.
At that moment a flash of anger over took me and I pushed her. I pushed her with all my strength.
She screamed, her body lunged forward, then silence.
There was blood everywhere. The metallic smell filled my nostrils, making me gag.
I glanced down and saw a puddle of blood around Shay’s head.
“Shay?” I asked hesitantly, already knowing I wouldn’t get a response.
I crouched down and slowly turned her body over. Her skin was a pasty white color and her eyes were wide open. A huge gash was visible on her right temple, just inside the hairline.
“Oh my God.”
I drug her body to the swampy water’s edge. The placid water looked ominous from the shoreline.
“I am so sorry lord, Shay, please forgive my sin.”
I pushed her body into the water, as deep as I dared to venture. Once I was done, I turned around and ran. I ran as fast as my body allowed.
I just needed to get away from everything and everyone, now.
When I got home, I ran to my room and locked my door. I cried for minutes, maybe even hours.
In a few hours I knew people would begin to ask questions.
Why didn’t Shay come home?
Where could she be?
I knew exactly where she was.
She was at the bottom of a swamp, being infested with God only knows what.
I sat for hours thinking of what I had done and what I should do next. Guilt then began to eat me alive
The night’s images were playing over and over in my tormented mind.
“I can not do this.” I said to myself, catching a glimpse of the time.
The glaring red letters mocked me in a cruel fashion.
“I have to turn myself in.”
“I can’t. I’ll go to prison.”
“It’s the right thing to do though. It will look less suspicious as well instead of them finding her body themselves.”
I stole one last glance of the time before I began walking to the Sheriff’s office.
I hesitated for a few minutes. Officers of the law sending me weird glances time to time.
I mustered the courage and began walking up the front steps.
I knew this was the right thing to do.
I had to turn myself in.