Insanity (1)

Picture Memories

Scarlet's P.O.V.

I did it...

I killed her...

She hurt me...

I hurt her back...

Lucky for her parents she was 18 and didn't live with her.

I went into her room and went through everything of hers...then my sanity snapped back seeing a picture.

A familiar picture...

When she had seen me as the best friend in the world.

I was 10 and she was 11.

~Flashback~

I was walking home with her and she had gotten a new camera.

"I wanna try out my camera with my bestest friend," she said suddenly looking at me with a wide smile.

I was a bit shocked at her suddenness but she's always like that and I smiled, "ok!!! Let's do it!!"

She laughed and turned the lens towards us as she put an arm around my neck holding up a peace sign. I looked at her then the camera and smiled happily.

I heard the camera shutter and she switched poses by sticking her tongue out.

I laughed and followed her lead and looking at my nose.

When the camera shuttered again we switched to another pose.

She had put a finger in the corner of my mouth forcing a smile when I looked up at her as she smiled very widely with her eyes closed.

The camera had shuttered again then she reviewed the few pictures and smiled.

"Now go over there by the tree and pose," she said pointing to a giant oak tree, "I want to remember you like this if we ever move."

I looked at the tree and felt the breeze blow as I looked to the right slightly looking at a nearby animal.

I heard the camera shutter and I continued looking around.

When she finished, I went over to her and we began walking again.

"You should be a model," she said smiling at all the pictures she had taken, "every picture is perfect...except for that blurry one."

I smiled and laughed a bit.

Big sister...that's what you are to me.

She waved as I walked in the house and I waved back before going into my house.

Lucky for me, my 'dad' didn't come home until late at night.

I taught myself how to use a microwave so I had made those $1 pasta sides as my dinner that night, like every other night.

It was nice actually...not hearing complaining, not wondering what drug he took this time, and not hearing things fall and him curse me out saying I did it.

I had took a shower, got dressed, and brushed my teeth.

I had done my homework and slipped into bed.

I was excited for school tomorrow.

I could see her again.

As I lie in my bed I heard him come in and slam the door open, then the breaking of glass.

Then I heard him mumble, "damn kid...look what she did..."

'No I didn't...it's not my fault...'

~End of flashback~

I began to cry as I went through the pictures, remembering each pose.

Then I had seen the one where her arm was around my neck and I balled up more and cried harder.

'Damn it...'

I then felt the scars on my neck burn as I cried.

I balled up my fists as I grabbed the box cutter from my pocket and cut along the scars as I cried.

Then...I started laughing and I stood putting the pictures in my hoodie pocket.

'Just another trophy.'