Sarah POV

Sarah slammed her locker shut. “Carly?” Sarah asked over the noise of the busy, flooded hallway. “Yup?” Carly replied.

She turned her head from her locker, her beautiful raven hair fell perfectly right below her shoulders. Her fair skin glistened in the hallways buzzing yellow florescent lighting.

“The party.. today..” I started. “It is a costume party.. right? I dont wanna show up looking like an idiot.”

“Oh my gosh- don’t worry! Yes, its a costume party. I literally will kick you out if you don’t wear a costume.” Carly snickered.

“Just making sure..” I fake chuckled. “Anyways.. see you at seven, Carly!” I waved before walking out.

I walked out of the campus grounds, ready to head to Maple Hills Apartments. The walk, thankfully was only about one minute.

By the time I was inside the lobby, I was shivering and urging for a blanket. I ran up the stairs to the second floor, and jammed in my key.

The October weather was perfect. Just not when you are wearing shorts and a tank top to impress a boy.

(Time skip to when Sarahs getting ready)

The last strand of my hair was finally curled. The headband this costume came with stuck to my forehead. The black feather attached was floppy, but still looked cute.

The purple dress I was wearing had those little hanging fringes on them. The ones you twirl your fingers on during a test when you dont know what to do.

The fur coat was laying on the back of my warm gray chair, which looked more like a lei at the moment. My silky black gloves matched the outfit perfectly.

For one Halloween, I loved my costume. I rolled the mascara brush against my eyelash one last time, before capping it and putting it back in the drawer.

Standing up, I took the furcoat and gracefully wrapped it around my arms. After taking a quick glance in the mirror, I walked over to my door, and strapped on my black Marc Jacob heels.

I shakily walked down the stairs of the apartment building. I probably look like a complete weirdo, wearing a 1950s hooker dress. Whatever.

I reach my car, plug in the key, and ignite the engine. The old car rumbles, and I pull it out of the parking garage.

I wait at a stoplight impatiently, pulling back up Carlys invite and tapping in her address into my GPS. “Starting route to Winchester Avenue.” The GPS voice said.

After the longest drive of my life (it was 10 minutes), I finally arrive at Carlys house. Theres a bunch of cars in the driveway, so I park on the side of the street.

I got out of the car, noticing that many men were eyeing me. I gulped nervously, before powerwalking to the door. It was unlocked, and I could hear California Girls by Katy Perry blasting.

“Sarah!!” Screamed Chanelle. “Hi Chanelle and Angel!” I smiled wide, the anxiety of men suddenly fading.

“Oh my gosh- what took you sooooo long?!” Angel yelled over the music. “Girl, I was getting ready!” I laughed.

“You know you gonna end up drunk as hell by the end of this in some mans bed.” Chanelle cackled. “Is that you calling me a whore?!” I laughed.

(Time skip again)

Me, Chanelle, and Angel are seperated.

Im in Carlys bathroom, crying my eyes out. I got catcalled by a dude, and he and his friends wouldnt leave me alone.

Im basically sitting on the toilet, endlessly scrolling on Instagram, when I suddenly get called by Chanelle.

Weird. I thought she left with Kyrie.

I picked up, and Chanelles practically screaming into her phone. “Girl, wh-“ She freezes. “Motherfucker, how come Carly has such a big house but bad wifi..” I groaned.

“Wherever you are..” Chanelle glitched back in. “Please dont talk to Harper-“ She glitched again.

I rubbed my temples, before a “Shes not who she says she is!” blurts out, and the call disconnects.

Thats so strange.

Suddenly, a bang on the bathroom door. “Sarah??” A voice called out.

It sounded like Harper.

“Y-Yes?” I croaked out.

“Can you come out? Please?” She sounded quiet and timid. “Of course..” I got up from the toilet and opened the door. “Whats wrong?”

“C-Can you follow me to the garage? Im sorry- something happened to me..” Harper sighed.

I nodded, fully stepping out. She led me to Carlys open garage. Her big black purse was bouncing as she speedwalked inside.

“Okay.” Harper hicced. Tears lined her eyes. My heart seeped as she told me a sob story of how she just got dumped by Brady, yet I couldnt stop thinking about what Chanelle had attempted to tell me.

“Im sorry..” Harper reached for a tissue in her purse. But what she pulled out wasnt a tissue.

Harper POV

“Im sorry I have you right where I want you.” I say, smiling, the gun pointed straight at Sarah. “W-What?” She gasped out.

Sarah stumbled backward in fear. I held my stance with the gun in hand. “I dont.. why..” She barely was able to make out noise at this point.

Suddenly, her black heels clacked against the garage floor, her purple dress swaying in the wind. She began runnings backwards OUT.

Sarah POV

I need to run. Anywhere. Out.

My heels arent much help when I’m getting chased by Harper with a pistol. Adrenaline is running through my veins, but I cant stop running.

She aims the gun again, and my heart is thumping like my heels on the grass.

Then, a bang echoes through the air, and my shoulder feels like its on fire.

Harper POV

Burgundy. Rose. Mahogony. Wine.

So many deep red colors. Yet, theres none that perfectly match the shade of red thats on my white costume. A drip of the liquid drips off onto the once perfectly green grass.

Sarah is convulting on the floor, the hand thats clenching her shoulder is red as ever. Shes screaming, yet we are so far away from the house its almost impossible for anyone to hear.

I watch Sarah squelch and scream on the floor, before she begins scooting backwards, away from me, shaking her head. “Nonononono..” shes mumbling.

I slowly walk towards her. Five bullets left. One is now in her ankle, as shes now rocking back and forth in pain.

I purposefully miss her twice, the bullets landing in the stained grass. Two bullets left. Shes stopped moving, yet shes still alive.

The gun is aimed at her chest, and my finger finds its way to the trigger. I am pushed back by the force of the gun going off, and I glance at Sarah.

Her purple dress is now decorated in red.

What a shame.

Red was her least favorite color.

And theres one last bullet.

A bullet for me.