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The Unexpected Nightmare
***Oliver***
Jerry climbed into the car and Oliver pulled away from the Juvenile Detention Center. “Hey man, I’m so glad to be out of that miserable place that I almost love the sight of this ugly little car. Forgot you still had it.” Jerry says cheerfully. Oliver nodded but didn’t say anything. An uneasy silence fell over them and an awkward tension emanated from Oliver. He was silent and moody the whole drive home, thinking about what he would have to do. They reached their town, but Oliver drove past Jerry’s street.
“Wait, where are you going, man? My house is back there,” Jerry asks.
“I have to go see Raven for something first,” he replied slowly.
“Oh, yah. How is Raven by the way?” Jerry says offhandedly, like he had just remembered she still existed. Raven was his girlfriend, but Jerry had forgotten her! Oliver was outraged, but carefully kept it from showing.
He couldn’t form the words to reply for several minutes, but then choked out, “She’s dead. Raven’s dead. Kaci killed her.”
“What!” Jerry yells. The car swerves as Oliver flinches. Oliver quickly pulled into the church parking lot. They stumbled out of the car and raced into the church up to the coffin by the alter. Bruises surrounded Raven’s neck and tons of flowers lay beside her. Upon seeing her, Jerry collapsed to the floor moaning “No!” over and over again while tears rained down.
Oliver stayed back and watched silently, shaking with hidden anger. His eyes blurred from the tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the carpet. He made up his mind; he knew what he had to do.
***Jerry***
Two months later...
To Jerry it felt like he had lost both of friends, not just one. Ever since they went to the church, Oliver had been detached and depressed, like he was just floating along. So when Oliver suggested a camping trip, Jerry quickly agreed and began packing right away. He hoped his friend was snapping out of it and moving on.
Jerry had been wanting to know what had happened, but Oliver wouldn’t talk about it. It had been an unusual surprise when Oliver told him he would explain everything before going silent again the rest of the way to the campgrounds.
The campsite was dark and deserted when they finally got there. They parked in a spot along the swift, murky river. Oliver offered to get out the tent and walked around the car to the trunk. Jerry turned to study the river when behind him, Oliver nonchalantly says, “It’s your fault, you know.”
“Huh? What’s my fault?” Jerry turns confused. Oliver has one hand on the trunk lid, while the other disappears inside.
Oliver’s head snaps up, his eyes glowing maliciously. “It’s your fault!” he screams, “Raven is dead because of you!”
“Come down, Oliver! What are you talking about? I didn’t do it! Kaci did it! They even convicted him for it, earlier you said so yourself!” Jerry backed away slowly, but he wasn’t paying attention and stepped out onto a ledge that jutted out over the river. Fear and dread shot through him, there was no escape. He was trapped. One quick glance told him he would never survive the fall into the furious river below.
Oliver slowly advanced with the axe that he had taken out of the trunk. “I loved her, but you got her killed! You didn’t deserve Raven!”
“You don’t want to do this, please! I don’t understand!” Jerry cried. He screamed for help several times, but knew it was no use. The camp was empty and no one was around for miles. Oliver didn’t waver; he just kept coming slowly but hauntingly closer.
“Yes, I do and I promised to explain it all, and I’ll even show you how you die.” Oliver whispered menacingly, “Kaci attacked you that day with the knife because you stole Raven from him. And the day, the day before you’re sentence was shortened, she confronted him. They fought because of you, and he killed her!” Oliver yelled, “I loved her, but you killed her; so now you’re going to pay!”
“No! Please no! I didn’t do anything!” Jerry pleaded and begged, tears running down his face; legs threatening to give way beneath him. His hands were in the air above him as if trying to ward off the impending blow.
The last thing he saw was the axe being raised and then begin its downward descent.
***Oliver***
Oliver finished chopping the body up and threw the pieces into the murky water beside him. He watched as the fish bit at the sinking flesh. Oliver washed his hands after changing into clean clothes and tossing the shredded, blood-stained ones into the rushing river.
He walked back to the car to start a fire and roast some marshmallows. The night calmed again and peace settled over the camp as the bugs’ resumed buzzing after the blood-curdling screams faded away.
***The End***
