Too Far. Flash Fiction.

Cecelia muttered under her breath as she wrote in her journal, with a shout of rage she picked it up and flung it across the room. The book hit the wall and landed on the floor with a thud. How the hell was writing about it supposed to help? It didn’t change anything, didn’t make her feel better. She wanted to do something, actually do something. She took three long, deep breaths, just like the doctor had told her. She needed to keep herself under control. Bad things happened when she didn’t. She could feel the rage, bubbling away. The journal wasn’t helping, if anything it was making it worse, making her relive it all. She clenched her fists, if only she could show that bitch Courtney what she could really do. Cecelia grinned. She had an idea.

Cecelia wore a heavy hoody, both to protect her from the cold and to hide her face. Courtney would be leaving the school soon, drama would be finishing up soon and thanks to winter it was already dark. Cecelia’s plan was simple, find Courtney, beat the ever loving shit out of her, take her stuff and dump it in the river. People would just think Courtney was mugged, it was perfect. No one would ever suspect her.

Cecelia stood in against the wall, sticking to the shadows. It was getting colder by the minute and still there was no sign of Courtney. Her anger was dimming slightly now, she had already decided if Courtney didn’t appear in the next fifteen minutes she would just leave. After all it was probably a stupid idea, she might not get caught but they would probably suspect her. It was well known that she was one of Courtney’s targets, but then there were others too. The door to the school opened and Cecelia was pulled from her thoughts. There. Giggling away with two of her equally bitchy friends. Probably laughing about her. Cecelia clenched her firsts, she wanted to dive onto her right now, but she held herself back. She had to wait until Courtney was alone, until there were no witnesses.

“Are you sure you don’t want a lift?”
“No, I’m fine, it’s only a few minutes’ walk anyway. Brad is waiting for me.”
“Cool, text me when you get there!”
“I will!”
Courtney started walking and Cecelia followed after, ignoring the other two. She needed to pick a good spot, somewhere quiet. As they walked Cecelia realised where they were, the whole town still looked so different at night, she had been here for three months already and she still found herself getting lost. Luckily for Cecelia her favourite shop was around the corner and she knew there was a small alley up ahead. She waited until Courtney was close, then she dove on her.

Cecelia was panting, the cold air burning her lungs. Courtney was lying on the ground. Cecelia quickly started searching through her pockets, grabbing everything she could find. Courtney made a gurgling noise, Cecelia paused. Maybe she had gone too, Maybe she should call someone, get her help. It was a small town and fairly deserted at night. Who knows how long she could be lying here. Courtney’s shrieky, harpy laugh flashed through Cecelia’s mind. No. The bitch didn’t deserve it. Cecelia left the alley.

At the river she dumped the stuff, Courtney’s phone, purse and wallet. They’d never find it and Cecelia hadn’t said a word when she attacked. She turned and started home, jogging to try and keep the warmth in her.

Once home she quickly stripped out of her clothes and showered before bed. She felt good, better than she had in a long time. Cecelia hadn’t realised how much she had needed to blow off steam and who knows, maybe that bitch Courtney would become nice, learn her lesson.

Cecelia turned on the TV, flicking around until she saw the news playing, she smiled to herself, they’d be squawking about the poor girl who was robbed, beaten and left in the alley, after a minute they went back to their top story. Cecelia felt her heart beating faster, “A young girl was brutally murdered tonight in the downtown area, we do not know the victim’s name yet as the family has yet to be notified. Police are asking for any witnesses to come forward and as of yet, have no leads.”

It couldn’t be Courtney they were talking about, she hadn’t hit her that hard. Or at least she didn’t intended to hit her that hard. She took a slow deep breath, it was fine, it would be ok. It wasn’t the first time an accident like this had happened, she hadn’t been caught then and she wouldn’t be caught now. No one had seen her, they’d think it was a robbery. Besides, as far as anyone was concerned she was here the whole night and her parents would back her up, after all they wouldn’t have heard her leave. Even if they had, they always did their best to protect her. Cecelia turned off the TV and nestled beneath her duvet. A small smile growing on her lips, Courtney may not have been able to learn anything, but perhaps the others would. If not, well, Cecelia could always pay them a visit too.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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