Roomies. Flash Fiction.

Cassie yawned, then carefully folded over the top corner of the page and closed her book, she placed it on the night stand, checked her phone and seeing nothing she put it back on her night stand, turned off her lamp, rolled over and nestled deeper into her duvet.

Kelly saw the light under the door vanish, she waited, counting slowly in her head until twenty minutes had passed, then she stood and stretched, steadily working the kinks out of her muscles. Tonight was the night, it had been a long time coming but it was finally here. She gripped the cold doorhandle and gently pulled it down then she eased the door open. A thin sliver of light shot through the darkness of the room, Kelly froze, she should have turned the landing light off, how could she be so stupid? She slipped in through the gap then gently closed the door again. The room was dark but not as dark as she expected, there was a chink in the curtains allowing the light from the street lights through. She waited for a few minutes to allow her eyes to become accustomed to the darkness, she could see the lump that was Cassie on the bed and the faint rise and fall of the duvet in sync with the gentle breathing she could just about hear.

Once her eyes had adjusted Kelly made her way across the small room, it was only a few steps but the distance seemed almost endless in the dark. Cassie usually kept her room clean, at least it had been clean every time that Kelly had come in here, but there was always the danger that there would be a balled up t-shirt or a fallen book. She stood over Cassie’s sleeping form, she eased the knife from her belt and reached out for the covers. She grabbed a chunk of them, then took a deep breath, in one smooth motion she ripped back the duvet and brought the knife down. Cassie had no time to react, she was woken from her sleep by a screaming pain in her stomach, she flailed wildly in the darkness as the knife stabbed into her again and again. Kelly could feel the hot blood splashing across her face though it barely registered in her frenzy.

It took longer for Cassie to die than Kelly expected, Cassie lay gasping in a pool of blood. Kelly moved the phone out of her reach and left the room. She went to the bathroom and showered herself thoroughly then she dried and dressed, once that was done she went downstairs and out into the back garden, then she closed and locked the door behind her. It took her a few tries to Jimmy the door open with the screwdriver but she got there. Inside the kitchen she wiped the screwdriver down then returned it to the bag of tools the landlord had given them, she was confident that no one would think to check the attic.

Once she had finished she went into Cassie’s room again, Cassie lay on the bed, her body still. Kelly stood over her for a long time, looking for the tell tale rise and fall of her chest but none came. Satisfied she sat with the body until dawn then she went back to her own room.

When Kelly woke she got up and walked past Cassie’s closed door. She showered, dressed and applied make up. When that was finished she went downstairs and made two cups of coffee, one for herself and one for Cassie. She noticed that the back door was still ajar. Good. She waited a moment, then went back upstairs, she pushed the door open, the stench of blood immediately hitting her. Kelly took a deep breath and began to scream. She ran downstairs and rang the police, then she went to the front room and waited, tears already streaming down her face. She knew exactly how it would go when they arrived. They’d believe every word she told them, that she had gotten an early night and then this morning had come downstairs and made coffee as usual, that was when she noticed the back door was ajar and feeling concerned went to go tell Cassie that someone might have broken in and that’s when she found her. A few minutes later there was a heavy knock on the door, Kelly stood from the couch, it was show time.

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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