"I remember that night like it was yesterday. The night my best friend was killed. Tomorrow will mark five years since it happened. It's weird, you know. Being terrified of a holiday you once loved more than any other day of the year, including your birthday."
"Well, I can understand why you would feel that way about it. It must've been very traumatic for you. I know that since the anniversary is tomorrow, you're feeling more nervous. How have you been dealing with that?"
"Why do you ask me that every time?" I hated that fucking question. How the hell do you think I'm dealing with it?
"I just wanna make sure you're using healthy methods, is all. I apologize if I offended you."
"No...no, it's fine. I just... I mean Halloween is tomorrow. There isn't really any healthy way to handle that. But if I have to sit around tomorrow, doing those useless ass breathing exercises while listening to jazz or whatever, I might kill someone." Dr. Carter smiled when I said that. She knew just as much as I did these "coping mechanisms" were bullshit.
"What would you rather do?"
"Put on a clown mask, and fill myself up with booze and Halloween decorated cupcakes." I always loved cupcakes more than any other food. Back when my parents celebrated my birthday, I would ask for cupcakes instead of cake. They're so cute and small. And less of a mess.
"I mean, I know I'm shit out of luck with the alcohol but a girl can dream, right?"
"You actually want to celebrate this year?"
"Why? Do you think I shouldn't?"
"No, it's not that. I actually think it'll be good for you."
"I hope so."
"Would you like me to get some cupcakes for you? We could both eat them while wearing masks, and do whatever else you want." I looked up at her, slightly surprised. I don't know why she was so nice to me. If she knew the kind of person I truly was, she wouldn't be. She definitely wouldn't want to speak to me again.
"That'd be awesome." I gave a small smile as I sat up. Even though it wasn't a normal therapy set up, I still enjoyed laying down as if it were.
"Okay. Then we have a date."
"Wait a second. You wanna spend the whole day with me tomorrow when you could go to a party or something?"
"Well, I've never really celebrated Halloween, so I didn't have any plans. Why, are you canceling on me already?"
"No. I'm just not that fun to hang around..."
"I think so." I got up and walked her to the door.
"I'll be here around 3 pm and we can get the party started." With a smile, I nodded. She hugged me and then left. I once hated the very idea of talking to anybody about what was going on in my mess of a life, especially a stranger, Evelyn became more than just a therapist to me in the past few years. She became my friend.
It's 12 am. October 31st. I couldn't sleep at all. All I could do was lay there, in the darkness, eyes wide open, having flashbacks of that night...
"Janine, some people actually want scary costumes for Halloween." Janine always liked to have a sexy costume for Halloween. Even if it was something scary, she would add some kind of sexy twist to it. It pissed me off more than anything.
"Just this one time. Please. How cute would it be if we were hot vampires? Or even hotter versions of Harley and the Joker?"
"Just this one time, come on! I'd do it for you if you asked."
"I would never ask you to do something that made you uncomfortable." Her smile faded quickly once I said that.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean- "
"I know. It's fine. I'll help you pick out the sexiest costume we can find, and you can help make my clown costume even scarier. Deal?"
"Deal." She smiled again. Her smile could cure an illness. Her smile was like the sun after a thunderstorm. It brightened my day no matter how bad I was feeling.
We left the store, and headed back to Janine's place to get ready for the party. I had never been to a Halloween party before. When Janine was around, we went to plenty of parties. and clubs even, but never a party with decorations and scary but fun music, and people dressed in costumes. I knew this night would be fun. Maybe even the best night of my life.
"Vodka is disgusting. Please don't make me drink that."
"It's just a shot. Stop being a pussy, and just chug it. Come on. On the count of three. 1, 2, 3!" I threw the shot of vodka back and almost gagged while swallowing. I hated liquor. I liked the way it made me feel but I preferred beverages that I could swish around in my mouth for a minute because it tasted so good.
I was standing against the wall, midway through my second beer, swaying to the music. I was having a great time but I wanted things to get a bit more scary.
"Hey, Adelina." Lanisha Thompson was standing in front of me with the cutest cat costume I'd ever seen. Her beauty made it even cuter.
"Hey, Lani. Enjoying the party?"
"Hell yeah. How about you? You alright?"
"Yeah. I'm good. I've never been to a Halloween party before. This is awesome."
"Good! I'm glad you're having fun." She smiled right before taking a sip of whatever was hiding in that red cup. I didn't know what else to say but I know I wanted to say something. I had liked Lanisha for years. But I never had the courage to ask her out.
"I love your costume. How long did it take to do the makeup?"
"Thanks! About two or three hours. Creating the scars took the longest becau-"
"Hey, Lani. Love the costume!" Janine had come back and started talking with Lanisha. Before I walked away, I heard Janine flirting with her and Lanisha giggling. I was a bit irritated but I had to be realistic. If anyone had a chance at getting with Lanisha out of the two of us, it would definitely be Janine. She's perfect. She's beautiful, she's got a great body, she's outgoing, she's smart, she's funny, and always down to party. She's so perfect, it's almost sickening.
I had went away to the bathroom upstairs, and as I was coming down the stairs, I saw Janine kissing Lanisha. I wasn't surprised. Janine always worked her magic quickly. I walked past them and into the kitchen. I couldn't control the anger I felt. Janine always took the spotlight away from me. No matter what it was, she would take whatever attention she could get. Even if it meant leaving me in the dark. She knew how much I liked Lanisha. Moments like these made me wonder why she was even my friend.
Lanisha walked in the kitchen and straight to the cooler. Someone walked up to her and they began to talk and laugh. I didn't know what they were talking about but I figured it out once I heard Janine's name come up. I put my empty beer can on the table and walked out. I made my way through the crowd, trying to get to the front door. I needed some fresh air. What made me stop dead in my tracks was someone in a clown costume and a bloody knife in their hand rushing past me and out the door. I looked in the direction where they came from and almost fainted from what I saw. Janine laid there on the floor, blood gushing from her stomach. Some people were looking at her, and others continued to party. I ran to her, and dropped down to my knees. The tears began to fill my eyes.
"Janine? Come on. Don't leave me." I checked for a pulse. I couldn't feel anything. And I could see she wasn't breathing. I began screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to call the police. At first, no one did, and that was understandable, I guess. It was a Halloween party after all. Finally, someone realized this wasn't a prank. Lanisha ran over, asked me what happened, and after I told her I didn't know, she began calling the police. I looked down and seeing my costume covered in my best friend's blood made me cry harder. She became so limp. And so cold. At this moment, I knew there was no hope. She was gone. Janine was gone.
"Stop lying to yourself. You know what happened. You know what you did. The knife was in your hand. We have statements from witnesses. Including one from Lanisha saying she saw you do it, and that she never spoke to you. She even told us that Janine spoke highly of you to her. Whatever is running through your mind is what you made up. You murdered her because you were jealous of her. And because your dream girl was interested in her but wouldn't even give you a second look. So, you went in the kitchen, found the biggest knife you could, and you stabbed her. Twenty-five times. You killed her. No one else. That "stranger" in the clown costume was you. someone she trusted and loved. You killed your best friend. You killed Janine Anderson."
The interviews were the worst. Having people in your face, asking a million questions, spewing bullshit. Ugh. I fucking hated it. Yeah, I killed her. But she deserved it. The feeling I had as I stood over her with that knife in my hand gave me a high that nothing else could. Sure, I missed her, and I would prefer going costume shopping with her than lying in this hospital room, but I had to do what needed to be done. Why can't anyone understand that? Even my family doesn't. After they found out what really happened at that party, they never spoke to me again, and said me being locked up in here would help get me well again, whatever the hell that meant. That's why I was afraid to tell Evelyn. She only knew what I chose to tell her. I knew she wouldn't work with me anymore if she knew the truth.
I lifted my clown mask up and took another bit out of one of the black and orange cupcakes Evelyn brought. We had been discussing everything wrong with our favorite scary movies and eating cupcake for hours. She was so sweet. Even more so than our treats. I didn't deserve a friend as great as her. Just as she didn't deserve what was about to happen to her soon. I never wanted to hurt Evelyn. She meant so much to me. But I had no choice. I saw the way my nurse looked at her whenever she came. Her beauty, compassion, and intelligence stole everyone's heart. She had to go. At least I won't get in that much trouble...right? After all, it is Halloween.
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