Twisted

by Carrie A.
(N. Ireland)


I knew where the body was...


That's the way the cookie crumbles... but is it?

My best friend Alana's dead, but that's the way the cookie crumbles? I don't think so. Sure I made it through. Went to the wake, the funeral, even went to visit her grave a few times, the grave without a body. See, they never found her body after that night. Boating accident, they said. Her body washed out to sea. Alana loved her boat, but I knew that wasn't the real story. Seemed like I was the only one who knew what had happened. The police couldn't do their job anyway, but I know everything about Alana's death.

And here it is. I'm Alana's only friend. Everyone hated her. Why? She was two-faced. She turned her back on the people closest to her. Now I don't want to mention any names, but she had a way of getting people into trouble. Twisting their words, and sometimes this trouble got too much for the victim. They had to get rid of her.

It was strangulation in the end that killed her. Then threw the body into the ocean. Never to be seen again. The killer, laughing to themselves. Not feeling guilty at all. Only to sit in their room with their laptop, writing their story online. And naming it... Twisted.

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