Gone.
Gone.
I’d killed my only friend.
“Melodie,” I said hesitantly, poking her still body with my finger.
She didn’t move. Her mouth continued to foam and leak from the pooling liquid.
What am I going to do now?
This is all Hollis’s fault.
I will find that Piggy and gut him as I should have.
“Melodie…” I didn’t know how to say what I needed to say. I stared into her unblinking eyes and ripped her hand off my wrist. “I’m sorry.”
Trying to roll her body off of my lap, I saw a glint from her pocket, and I gasped.
“Even in death, you are still teaching me, aren’t you?”
A knife.
Accepting the gift of my dearly departed friend, I pulled the weapon free from her pants and flipped it around in my hands.
Yes…
Of course.
How could I not know that paint could be made?
I let the blade slide through Melodie’s shirt, and it ripped like paper.
This was so easy.
Why didn’t I know this before?
Melodie.
Oh, sweet Melodie.
I will make you beautiful.
Her body was beautiful, but she needed more. The white foam pouring from her mouth smelled like acid, a combination of the excrement inside the bag and something from within her.
Dipping my finger into the bag, I realized it had hardened, and a sadness replaced my joy until I realized…
“Paint can be made.”
Sticking my fingers into my mouth, I tasted the creation and couldn’t help but shake at how the possibilities could unfold.
Blood.
Warmth.
Happy.
Yes…
