“I didn’t kill your father. I can’t make you believe me but it’s true.” She whispered, tears streaming down her face.
I hated the fact that she’s staying inside a white room with glossy windows instead of rotting in jail. She doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment. She’s a monster.
But maybe it’s for the best. And maybe, that by staying here, she’ll grow a conscience and admit the truth.
But here she is, two months later, still a lying prick.
“Stop denying.” I wanted to slap the hell out of her, but couldn’t because of the fact that she is my bestfriend — — was.
Ever since she moved into our house twelve years ago, smiling became a usual thing, and lonliness left my mind. We were partners in crime, sisters by love. I’ve relied to her all my life.
“Look at me.” I commanded.
She looked at me, at last. Tears were still falling.
“Just tell me the truth.”
“Hope… It’s just an accident!” She cried.
“Stop lying! I saw you with my own eyes! You killed him!” Why does she kept denying this?! She did it.
I saw her in my dad’s bloody bed. She’s holding a kitchen knife, looking at the wounds she created. She even stabbed him for the last time, just as I was about to call the police.
“You don’t understand…” She looked at the floor as it’s her only escape.
This is what she’s best at. Escaping.
“Why did you kill him?” She looked at me again.
“Listen, hope. You don’t have to know everything. Just accept his death and move on… It’s just an accident so — -”
“How dare you tell me to move on!” I yelled, calling the creator for guidance as I might kill her right now.
“The truth will bring you so much pain, Hope. That’s why it’s better if — “
“Mom killed herself three months ago. You killed my father a month later. Pain? After all those shits, I couldn’t even feel it! So stop spilling nonsense and tell me the truth!”
Silence came and stayed for a few minutes. I couldn’t held the tears. I started bawling in front of her.
“Why are you so obsessed with the truth, Hope?” She asked. Tears were gone, so is the guilt in her face.
“Because I want justice.”
“Really? I don’t think so.” She smirked. “What I think is… You just want to know the truth because you’re hoping that after that, everything will be great again.”
I shrugged. The doctors are right. She’s crazy.
“I honestly don’t get what you’re saying. Should I call the nurse? Because you definitely need your med — “
“No. I’m pretty much sane. The real crazy people are out there! Those who kept on asking for justice as if things will change.
So what happens when justice is served? Will your dad be alive again?! No! Justice is nothing but an illusion of hope!” She yelled.
“You’ve gone completely mad.” She remained quiet, until she those words that I wanted to hear.
"Want to know the secret I've been hiding for so long, Hope?" The girl who killed my father gave a sinister smile as she said those words.
I nodded. "Tell me, you monster."
"Here’s the secret — It’s all your fault.” She grinned.
“W-what the hell are you talking about? You killed him, and now it’s my fault?!” I stammered. She kept her composure.
“You know that your parents never get along right? Your dad is staying because of you. Actually, he just married your mom because of you.”
I clenched my fist, closing my eyes for a bit. She chuckled.
“Little did you know, he had been cheating all along, Hope. Your mom tried her damn best in pretending that everything’s perfect, but she lost her shit.”
“Yes… I tried to tell you, but you’re happy with your own world. That’s why I did it. I stabbed him, fifteen times, same with the number of women he had been banging for nineteen years.”
Speechless. I couldn’t keep up with my thoughts, as memories of my mom drifted through my mind.
“If you weren’t born in the first place. Maybe they’re living the life they wanted. The life they deserve. You ruined them, Hope.”
Flashbacks kept on returning. My mom’s sad eyes. Her bruised arms. The way she would lovingly greet dad every breakfast, and the way dad leaves the table with a disappointed sigh.
“You may lock me here forever, but you can never twist the real truth. It’s all your fault, Hope.”
This is probably the perfect moment to punch her, but reality’s crawling back. And maybe… Maybe she’s right.
“You… You’re twisted.”
“Of course, Hope. That’s how you made me.” She smiled.
Then the nurse entered the room along with a tray of pills, concerned.
“Time for your meds, Hope.”
“What the hell you’re talking about? She’s the one who needs the meds.” I retorted, looking at the real suspect.
“Hope, stop staring at the window and drink this.”