Adrenalin

"I woke up with a slight headache, so I instinctively started massaging my temples. It took me a while to fully open my eyes. But after a moment, I had to close them immediately; the sun streaming into the room blinded me completely. I stretched a few times, yawned, threw off the blue duvet, and ran to the kitchen. My throat felt incredibly dry, as if I had no saliva at all. A hangover. I hated that feeling. You have the time of your life the day before, and the next day, getting out of bed will be a miracle. I drank the entire contents of the jug of lemon tea and felt incredible relief.  

I looked out the window. Something was wrong… That feeling haunted me for the rest of the day.

Emma spent the rest of the day wandering around the apartment, trying to sort out the incredible mess. She found various items in every nook and cranny: vodka bottle caps, beer caps, pieces of chips, papers, plastic cups. She even found a thong in the bathroom, but unfortunately, she didn't know who it belonged to. She threw everything into 60-liter blue bags and carried them out to the hallway. After two hours, there were eight of them, and that was only halfway through the cleaning.

The day before, she'd invited a few friends over. Then, more and more people, friends of friends, kept coming. However, the high alcohol content in her blood prevented her from taking any action, including getting rid of them. She'd been partying until 4:00 a.m., when the last of the guests left. Now she regretted every drop of alcohol she'd consumed.

"I definitely overdid it," she muttered to herself. She was just puzzled why no one was helping her now. After every party at a friend's house, she'd stay until morning to help clean up the mess that was an inevitable part of every party.

The throbbing in my temples persisted. It definitely grew more intense.

She folded the laundry, which had already dried on the balcony, and opened the closet. She instinctively recoiled and turned her head away in disgust. Her classmate lay in the closet…

She stretched her arms out in disgust, reached above her head, and pulled out several hangers. She slammed the closet shut. Slowly, she began hanging up pants and a few blouses, whistling to the rhythm of the song that had been playing in her head since morning.

Kristin… She'd never liked that stuck-up blonde; she'd ruined her social life every day at school. In the hallways, whenever they passed each other, she'd often spit at her, hit her, or hurl insults at Emma. How did she end up lying dead in her closet? When she saw her on her doorstep, her boyfriend hitting on her, it was the last straw. She lost her patience; something inside her finally snapped. She had to take action.

* * *

With a determined step, she crossed the threshold into the house of her greatest enemy. She hadn't been invited, but she knew perfectly well that Emma wouldn't say a word about her uninvited arrival. She felt satisfaction as she looked at her sideways and frowned in displeasure. She was the queen, Emma couldn't change that. This whole party she'd organized was a complete farce. However, she was surprised by how many people had turned up. Teenagers afraid to drink beer outside had found a hiding place here where they could break the law. But she was one of those people; she wouldn't miss the opportunity to show Emma once again who was in charge.

Why did she hate her so much? They used to be friends, but Emma was the center of attention, everyone respected and liked her. She had to change that, and after many attempts, she finally succeeded.

After two hours, she felt she'd had enough. Her head was spinning so much she could barely stand. She slowly, staggering up the stairs to the bathroom.

* * *

Emma waited for a chance to be alone with Kristi. She wanted to talk to her. Even though she hated her, she didn't want her to make her life miserable at every turn. It was unbearable. Every day at school was a nightmare because of her teasing, which everyone else joined in. So when she saw Kristi heading upstairs, she followed her. Kristi entered the bathroom. Her steps were unsteady, she staggered every now and then.

Kristi?" she said quietly, approaching her. The girl definitely needed help. She wasn't in the best of shape; her eyes were completely bloodshot, constantly reflecting the alcohol. Emma helped her to the bathroom, holding her hair as she vomited. Why was she doing this? For a moment, she felt sympathy for the girl, but then the alcohol went to her head. She squeezed the hair in her hands even tighter, and the unconscious Kristin screamed softly. She couldn't resist. She tilted her head back and looked into her alcohol-drenched eyes. The hatred that had been building within her for several years now exploded. She threw back her head, which limply hit the edge of the toilet. Kristin slumped to the ground. A bloody stain remained on the toilet seat. But it wasn't enough; the sight of blood intensified her hatred. She grabbed her hands and pulled her to her room. There was no one in the hallway; everyone was partying downstairs. She closed the door behind her. She had no idea what to do with her; she wanted to teach her a lesson for the rest of her life. She pulled a razor blade from a drawer and pressed it against the defenseless Kristin's face. At that moment, the girl opened her eyes, but Emma, ​​sitting on top of her, was stronger and prevented her from moving.

What are you going to say now? Do you still want to make fun of me? Her voice was filled with anger. She hated this girl with every fiber of her being. She wanted to cripple her for the rest of her life. No one would ever tell her she was pretty again.

You idiot, you'll regret this! But at those words, Emma started laughing even harder. In a single, swift, fluid motion, she slashed Kristin's cheek from her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth. The sharp razor blade cut so deeply that a moment later, blood completely blurred the girl's features. She grabbed her cheek and began to struggle even harder, but Emma wouldn't let go. "What have you done?! Leave me alone!" Emma was in a trance. She cut the girl's face quickly and deeply. After a few minutes, Kristin stopped moving. Kristin? Emma didn't know who it was. The girl's face was completely mutilated and bloody. She could have been anyone.

* * *

Emme was surprised that no one came to ask what had happened to her. Her room was locked until the party ended, then she put the bleeding girl's body in a closet and locked it. She didn't know what to do with the body. Maybe bury it in the garden? It seemed like the best idea. There was a small grove of trees near her house, and no one went there, so she decided it would be the perfect place for Kristin's final resting place.

She went to the closet and, with a huge smile on her face, opened it. The girl wasn't inside. "But she was alive and had escaped as soon as she had the chance." Emma had to find her. After a moment, she was sure Kristin had fled like a defenseless animal. A trail of blood trailed across the carpet, leading to the exit. When Emma approached, she saw a crouched figure trying to open the door.

And where is your friend going? Emma walked up to her and kicked her in the stomach. The girl's black hair stuck to her scarred face. She curled into a fetal position and waited for another blow, but it never came.

* * *

"Run, run, run, run..." That was all that was going through her mind; she couldn't get out of this damned house. Emma would have noticed her. When she tried to get out of the closet, she couldn't; something heavy blocked it. She only knew she had to pretend to be dead; Emma wanted to kill her! The opportunity presented itself in the morning. She slowly crawled out of the closet and searched for a way out. The blood streaming down her face blinded her, the taste in her mouth made her nauseous. However, her will to survive was much stronger. She found the stairs, slowly descended them, and rushed toward the door, which was locked. She struggled with the handle for a moment until she felt a powerful impact on her lower abdomen. Emma found her. Trying to avoid another blow, she curled up and waited, but nothing happened. Emma moved away. She heard him searching through the kitchen cabinets. Panic gripped her, but adrenaline surged through her veins. Only she could save her now. She slowly stood up and began running toward the balcony, rushing out into the garden. She cursed under her breath that Emma lived quite a ways out of town and that the garden was surrounded by a tall hedge and a wall. She was trapped. However, hope returned when she saw a pair of lawn shears in front of her. She grabbed them when she heard Emma laughing behind her. She stood at the balcony door, a large, sharp knife in her hand. Kristin gripped her weapon even tighter and began to run toward the grove.

* * *

She was amused by the girl's will to survive. Despite being completely defenseless, she still wanted to fight. She fled from her like a defenseless, barely alive mouse from a cat. It was only a matter of time before she gave up; there was no escape. She was glad that Kristin was running towards the small forest; at least she wouldn't have to drag her corpse far. One blow to the neck and the girl would fall dead to the ground. She walked slowly, whistling. She wanted to play with her now. She could hide in the bushes, in the trees, behind the large branches, but it was only a matter of time before Kristin found her.

* * *

She gripped the scissors tightly. She knew she couldn't escape; she had to hide and wait until Emma was nearby, then attack her by surprise. She hid behind the thick raspberry bushes, unconcerned that the thorns were bruising her flesh, digging in, causing further deep wounds on her arms and legs. She sat silently, listening to the approaching footsteps, which were getting closer by the second. The adrenaline coursing through her blood helped her persevere. She didn't move the slightest leaf, knowing it might give away her hiding place. Emma just had to approach. She lay on the ground and waited. The girl's footsteps were already close. She saw Emma's bare feet in front of her, and then she attacked. She plunged the scissors into her foot. She heard a loud scream, and Emma fell to her knees. She snatched the knife from Emma's hand and stood before her, pointing it at her. Could she kill someone? Could she? She was afraid, she didn't want to kill. Emma gritted her teeth and ripped the scissors from her foot.

* * *

The pain that shot through her foot was incredible, but she had to endure it. Kristin stood before her, pointing her gun at her. She started laughing. The girl couldn't kill her; she was too cowardly.

* * *

Kristin backed away. The laughter she heard terrified her. She had no choice but to attack. She only wanted to cripple her, just as Emma had crippled her. But after a moment, she began to think logically; she only wanted to immobilize her and get out of here. She walked around Emma and severed the tendons above her foot. The girl's laughter echoed in her ears as she ran toward the exit. As she reached the phone, she heard the front door open. She stood in panic, unsure what to do. Emma's parents stood in the doorway, staring at her with wide eyes. What was inside?

What happened to you?!" her mother screamed and ran to the girl. She grabbed her blouse and began wiping Kristin's bloody face with her own. Only her father stood there, looking around.

Where is Emma?! – He called out and started running around the apartment looking for his daughter.

She's in the grove, she did this to me! She wanted to kill me!" Salty tears mixed with crimson blood, causing her pain. She only saw Kristin's father run there. He hadn't been there for a long time, and then he returned with his unconscious daughter in his arms. Hatred radiated from his face.

Honey, come here for a moment, we'll call an ambulance, you wait here on the stairs." Kristin sank onto the first step with relief and took a deep breath. Snippets of Emma's parents' conversations reached her through the thin wall.

She wanted to kill her! She told me not to listen to her. She dragged her there because she wanted to bury her. She had to pretend I was dead." For a moment, Kristin didn't understand what they were saying. Then it hit her with such force that the adrenaline started pumping again. Emma's father whispered, "No one will care about her, look what she did to our daughter! I'm a doctor, so I know she'll never walk again because of those tendons! The girl can't leave here!" Kristin rushed to the door and started running down the driveway toward the main road. She didn't have much time; they would follow her. Behind her, she heard an engine, someone started a car, and with screeching tires, it followed her. A few seconds later, she felt a strong impact.

* * *

Her body bounced off the hood of a black Mercedes and flew several meters away. There was a sound of bones breaking and a cracking skull. The girl lying there was surely already dead.

* * *

Emma woke up and looked at her parents with a smile. Her father had already bandaged her wounds.

- Don't worry, we've taken care of it, no one will look for her... - The mother patted her daughter on the head and smiled broadly.