Here Lies The Waste

Rachel was quivering on the floor, her eyes wide with fright.
She held herself, her back resting against a nearby trash can.
“Wi..will..is..he..?”
“No. Don’t say that please..”
It’s all I could think about right now, rushing through my brain. The what if’s and the buts.
He couldn’t be - he just couldn’t.

it was only a nail..a fucking nail!
I knelt down - resting the plank down on the floor next to his limb body.
My breathing pattern was quick. I was scared.
I’d never been this fucking scared in my life.
I reached for Jake’s arm
hesitating.

I already knew the answer before I started to search for the proof.
My heat was pounding rapidly.
Beating as faster and louder than before. Any moment my heart would suddenly give in. Refuse to pump anymore blood around my body.
I turned Jake over onto his back.
And I instantly knew.

The colour in his eyes had faded - they were originally a leaf green.
The aggression in them had left.
Has had everything else that showed in his eyes.
His lips were pale and his skin was too.
Through a sob I reached for his neck.
Searching for a pulse that wasn’t there any longer.

I’d killed Jake Harvey.
And there was no undoing it.

Suddenly a loud noise was made which made me jump up.
The sound of Gravel crunching against the rubber tyres.
Maybe it was his friends.
“Get in my car”
I directed at Rachel - she said nothing, just nodded and did what I asked.
I had to get rid of this plank.
I picked it up and ran to my car and threw it into the backseat.
Horrified at the very object.

The murder weapon.
I tried not to look at it anymore, throwing myself down in the drivers seat I turned the key that I’d left in the ignition and immidetley pressed my foot down on the accelerator.
I couldn’t care less about my seatbelt right now.
I had to get us both out of here unnoticed.
It could be used against me.

I backed up the car, turning around - my hand holding onto the back of her seat. Once I was able to turn around I span around and pulled out onto the road.
Rachel screamed as we nearly collided with a passing car - I said nothing as horns piped at me for my careless driving.
But I couldn’t give a flying fuck - they hadn’t done what I had.
They hadn’t killed someone.
I had..

“Will…slow down..”
Rachel said, her voice rushed and scared.
I shook my head
“No, I’ve gotta get us away from there…”
I looked in the corner of my eye - she was holding onto the door as well as the seat.
Was I really driving that fast?
I looked down at the meter - it was hitting 80.
Fuck!

I pulled back slightly on the accelerator - the tyres screeching from the sudden change.
And then I began to drive normally.
“Will…is he.?”

“Yes.”

She sighed, sobbing slightly
“I’m sorry that I went off with him this is all my fault..”
I shook my head
“No, no - Don’t say that - it’s my fault. I picked up that fucking plank. Let’s just get you home. And we don’t speak about this again.”

“But they’ll find him…”
I nodded
“I know…I know..”
I reached in my pocket again whilst stopped at a red light.
I grabbed my box of cigarettes my hand shaking - Trying to light it up just wasn’t happening.
My hand wasn’t steady.
I got so frustrated with it I threw my lighter into the back of the car.
And then I lost it.

I broke down in tears in front of Rachel and collapsed onto my steering wheel
“Will. This isn’t your fault. C’mon let me drive us home..”
I shook my head and slapped myself to try and get a grip.
I pulled up outside of her house.
“Go on…I’ll call you later or something. don’t mention anything about this. And don’t watch the news tonight..”
Rachel nodded and before I knew it her hands were wrapped around my neck.

“Thank you for what you did will..”
I sniffed and wiped underneath my eyes whilst nodding.
“it’s okay. Go on get outta here.”
She said no more and got out of the car.
I headed back home and collapsed on my bed and cried a thousand tears.

I am William Roy Francis
I’m seventeen years old from Seattle, Washington.
I killed Jake Harvey.