Trigger warning: Gory scenes, suicide, and screaming.
It can't end like this.
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If there's anything I hate, it's laziness. Just waking up to a messy room can make me angry and dampen my mood like a thunderstorm. So therefore, when I rolled out of bed with my many precious books, I was not expecting my dear cousin to have a landfill dumped in his room at precisely 8:34 in the morning, when I came in. He used to be such a stickler for neat and tidy rooms. When we went to church he scrubbed the chairs clean before sitting down on them. He never ate pizza, nor did he eat ice cream, as those too were far too dirty for him.
And yet, he is right here, in a dirty room, with a dirty face.
Much to my chagrin, he seemed to not notice me or react at all to my presence. He just kept on lounging in his room.
Kent was being so rude right now that I wanted to give him a wake-up slap.
"Earth to Kent, Earth to Kent! EARTH TO KENT!!"
With half -open eyes, my cousin hauled himself up and looked at me.
"What do ya want, loser?"
Why is he talking like that? Kent, the proper gentleman? What happened to him? Why is he so messy now?
I shook myself and ignored his speech.
To be honest, I think that should have been a warning sign. But I did not see it.
"Um. You promised to come with me. To my best friend's party!"
He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I promised to go to yer nerd party. So what?"
"So... Get dressed!"
"Alright, now get ya peeping head outta here."
I stepped out to prepare myself for the party too. As I peeled apart two books, I was confused. Again, why was my cousin, my role model, acting so strange and being so weird? I was afraid to ask. At least I had to party to look forward to.
I should have known.
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I pulled into the driveway, turning the music down and stepping out of the car. It was a silent drive, with Kent mumbling the occasional curse word and banging his seat. I turned the music up to fill the empty silence during the drive, as I usually chatted with Kent during this time. But he ignored me.
“Hey! How are you guys doing?”
“We’re alright, just a little bit tired.”
During this exchange I noticed Kent glaring at John, like he had a grudge or something. I glanced at him, then quickly averted my gaze.
John must have seen me looking, because he pulled me in and drew me in a heated debate with his sister, himself, and me. I started ranting about how football and soccer were overrated and that snowboarding was cool, and Kelly (John’s sister) began screaming at John for agreeing.
We all went into the pool and yeeted water balloons at each other. Kent didn’t join us.
When we all watched a heart-breaking movie, Kent stayed to one side.
I went to get my second coke, and John followed, his face worried.
“What’s going on?”
“Kent! He is acting so moody and depressed! What’s going on with him and you? I don’t get it!”
I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I should’ve paid more attention and talked to Kent.
Waving him off, I went back and finished the movie. It was good, but I didn’t pay any attention to it. I was angry, for no reason.
“I’m going outside to get some fresh air. Wanna come?”
“Thanks, but na.”
John went outside, whistling. I admired how outgoing he was, with a head full of flaming hair and a stylish coat. He made friends so easily. He was my key to friends and fun.
And all that was torn away.
I didn’t see Kent following him.
I didn’t see my changed cousin following my best friend,
As the party dragged on, I had uneasiness nagging at the back of my head, and without thinking, I went outside.
I can’t describe what was going on in my head as I stepped into the alleyway, enjoying the air. The horrific scene was painted into my brain.
I will try to tell you what happened, but it’s so disgusting, I recommend not eating.
Blood dripped off Kent’s knife as the split-opened brain of my late best friend lay on the floor, mushed and diced like maggots infesting rotten cheese. His chest still had the heart beating inside, but the lungs were squashed and molded, bile dripping across the walkway. John’s guts lay coiled around his unrecognizable head, forever choking him. The legs had been tossed into the nearby sewer, adding to the foul smell of people’s bathrooms. Toes lay littered on the floor, forgotten.
He looked up with bloodshot eyes and a terrible smile.
“Did..Did you just..just KILL MY BEST FRIEND?”
As the truth sank in, I thought about something.
Do I want to be family with a murderer? Do I want to stay with him? What if he kills me?
Is he like this because he dropped out of college? I-I should’ve talked to him! John! I’m sorry! What do I do..
The answer showed itself.
“I HATE YOUR GUTS, KENT. AND I’VE DECIDED THAT I WANT TO LEAVE YOU. I DON’T WANT TO BE RELATED TO A USELESS PERSON THAT DESTROYS FRIENDSHIPS AND KILLS PEOPLE. IN FACT, I’M TELLING KELLY AND THE POLICE.”
Kent’s smile vanished.
I ran. As I ran, I looked back at John’s house, where people were still partying. Then I looked at Kent. In horror.
The blade he had used to slaughter my best friend glinted in the moonlight as he impaled himself.
Goodbye forever, Kent.
I’ll miss you, John.
I want to dedicate this story to someone, but it's wayyyyy to gory. So, Shoutout to Litlover for giving me something to write! <3