It’s been 2 years since Ellie passed. She was only 16 when she had her overdose. I told her it was a bad idea. I TOLD HER IT WAS A BAD IDEA! I told her she shouldn’t have hung out with that witch Sarah. Sarah made her do it. Sarah made her go to that frat party even thought they were both just 16. Sarah made her do that stuff… SARAH MADE ELLIE HAVE THAT OVERDOSE… Sarah killed Ellie… It wasn’t hard to find Sarah’s social media. I figured it wouldn’t be very hard to track her down and get the revenge Ellie could never get herself. Turns out Sarah was living a pretty good life in XX college. She probably sobered up at the realization that what happened to Ellie could easily happen to her. But it’s too late for all to be forgiven. Hmmm, looks like she’s going to hang out with her friends later on. Oh look! She posted a selfie with her new house without blurring the address. People should be carful of what they post so as to not give away every last detail of themselves. She’s probably going to post something when she’s with her friends. Now to wait. Ping! Sarah finally posted where she currently is with her friends. “Having so much fun with Rachel and Alexa at XX Karaoke joint!” She made it too easy. People are stupid. It’s past midnight and you’re walking home alone? Well might as well have my fun and freak Sarah out a bit before I get Ellie’s revenge. Speed up. Slow down. Turn right. Cross the street. Turn right again. Again. Again. Grip keys in hand. Look at phone. Oops. You stoped paying attention. Sarah turned into an allyway and I followed suit. Lucky me. Turns out this ally is a dead end. “Stay back!” She shrieked with her annoyingly high pitched voice pointing her phone at me. “The police will be here any minute!” Didn’t matter. As long as she was in hell I didn’t care what happened next. “You killed her…” The look of confusion crossed her face. Keeping my pace, I unzipped my black sweater, revealing the sheathed machete I had tucked into the waistband of my jeans before I left home. She gasped. After removing the sheath I looked at the machete as if it were an old friend, then looked up at her. “Jason?” Guess she actually does recognize me. “L-look. About Ellie, I’m s-so sorry, but none of us meant for that to h-happen! I don’t go a day without t-thinking about her! Please I’ll give you a-anything!” Ha. Now she’s starting to plead. “Then you won’t mind giving me your life.” I started walking just a bit faster to make her even more nervous. She backed into the wall that made up the dead end. “Please…” She whimpered. Her face now in disarray with her smudged makeup and unsightly expression. “You killed her and you’re gonna pay for what you did!” I shouted at her, picking up the pace. Eager to get this done as soon as possible for Ellie. Sirens wailed in the distance. I noticed Sarah glance at the open space right next to me. Well shit. She was trying to make a run for it. “No you don’t!” We started sprinting at the same time and I held the machete with both hands, ready to stab my newly sharpened blade into her. I was faster. The blade of the machete plunged into her gut with ease. I twisted my blade ninety degrees then ripped it out, making Sarah stager back a couple steps. She held her bleeding stomach and looked at me with wide eyes. Blood was gushing out of her gut and she was choking on blood as she fell to the ground. “I’m… sorry…” were the last words she managed to choke out. I dropped to my knees and looked at my hands. I wonder if this was really for Ellie or… if I did it for my own peace of mind… The warm sensation of blood on my hands was odd… it wasn’t scary.. but comforting instead… The sound of sirens stopped coming closer, replaced by footsteps. Looking up now, I could see Ellie crouched over the now dead body. She looked at me, stood up and started dancing around. She laughed, and if I hadn’t been so relieved to see her alive, I might have laughed too.