“If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone” I opened my car door to my old civic and slid in. The drive from Washington to Nebraska was such a tiring drive, however ever since the letter arrived on my doorstep, the hunger to get revenge was more motivation than I needed. Driving past the familiar town sign plastered on the side of the road gave me such a anxious feeling. “Welcome to Pine ridge” Gosh it has been years since I was last here but it didn’t let me forget what happened years ago. It’s July fourth of 1982 and of course Pines is having their annual July fourth party in town square. My hands gripped the stirring wheel as I parked into a isolated space behind Donald’s Motor shop. I took a breathe and reconsidered what I was doing here. I caught my own eyes in the dash mirror, staring at myself, hearing my own voice screaming at me.

“Stop procrastinating, you want this don’t you? Do it. Get your revenge.”

The hesitation i first had slowly drowning away as I opened my car door. Stepping out I pulled my jacket up to cover my face, although I already had glasses on. I can’t believe I’m doing this, maybe moving to Washington was a good thing for me. I could’ve started over I could’ve got a decent job. I grabbed my steak knife I took from my rundown apartment back in Washington and stuffed it in my pocket. This will all be over soon then i can go live my life in peace. I grabbed two paper grocery bags filled with random stuff I bought from a dollar general. Looking over my shoulder I can see people gathering up in the square to watch the fireworks, this used to be my favorite thing back when I lived here, how I hate how he took that from me. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. My thoughts were abruptly irrupted when I walked straight into someone’s back. The paper bags fell right out of my hands, all of the items spilling out all over the cement sidewalk.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I’m such a clutz” I can see by his shape that he’s roughly a young adult.

Then he turned around. I was frozen. However Frozen with what feeling, well I could never tell you. Was it anger? Sadness? Jealousy? I met the man’s eyes. Their just like his.

“Oh no you’re alright uh-“ the man started as turned his head to look over his shoulder to see his friends had left him, he turned back humbly, bending down to help me “here let me help you, is there somewhere you were bringing these? Maybe I can help you carry them?

I gave a fake smile “oh yes” i shakily pointed my finger towards my car “my car is just over there, thank you young man for your help”

Jackson gave a closed lip smile “of course”

I turned around and started walking back towards my car in which he followed, I let him cut infront of me

“this one?” He asked nodding towards my old civic

“oh yes that one” I watched as he opened the car door and began to put the bags down.

Now. this my moment, do it! . Wrapping myself around him from behind i covered his mouth with a rag, he fought back his arms waving and thrashing, we were far enough from everyone that they wouldn’t hear his struggles. It took all the strength in my left arm to grab my knife from my pocket and jab it into his neck. It’s like his whole body when into shock, his arms lowered as he became a dead weight, blood was running down my hands and onto my arms as different vibrent colors filled the dark sky. I pushed him into the back of my car and slid back into the drivers seat before anyone could really focus on what I was doing. I did it, I thought, I won.