1. This story is indeed true, whether you believe me or not, my crime is here and I await my punishment. Even if no one cares, I had to say this, because I can longer bare the feelings and guilt in my stomach.
And 2. I have to ask you to not judge me. The Crimes I have Done, the things that had been committed that night were not as bad as you might think. They were simply things I had done to stain my hands, it was no more heinous then dropping you trash in the park or even writing on a desk.
In the end, it was simply a Crime, do not judge me, I ask you, on the weight of my crime, for it was not as bad as you think.
I was merely sitting at my table when from the corner of my eye, I saw her. She was different, I could tell from the rest of the girls that night. While the rest wore their black tops with Fruity bottoms, She was wearing a Silver top. Now, that in itself doesn't sound that special, but the top was different filled with black streaks; Her top was akin to a silver bullet stained and encased with scorch marks.
My hands grew sweaty as I eyed her down, that brilliant blue bottom she had dressed her nicely. I moved closer, and closer to her, not caring for anyone else. I grabbed her, pulled her towards me and spun her around with my fingertips. The others watched us as I watched her, looking into that velvet blue of hers.
Dragging her away from her friends I secluded us. Bringing us to a empty room. My right hand gripped her body and my left hand inched his fingers to her neck.
At this point of the story, I had lost control of myself. I did not know why I did such a thing, But I did.
The set of fingers around her neck, slowly wrapped themselves around her, and with a quick jerk, they turned, A Soft gasp leaving her mouth at the deed I had done; But I did not stop, I kept twisting and turning into that foul liquid was seen and I stopped ONLY to look at it's Magnificence. That dark shade showing it self to me, mesmerizing me with it's color.
I stop once again, to tell you. That this deed did happen. I know you may not believe me; I mean, who would be so foolish to admit their crime? Only the sane that fear Insanity.
I looked at her lifeless neck. I pressed my Thumbnail onto the oozing liquid. A small drop was stained on it. I did it again, the liquid becoming bigger on my thumb. I kept looking at it, that liquid so dark and magical. My other thumb, rubbing it's nail on it, trying to not harm it but still get a taste.
Then, I heard a footstep come by. My body ran cold with fear, I knew that I would be caught, and I knew at the moment I should have just given my self up, For now I have to bear the guilt of this sin I have committed. I ran for the door. Swinging it wide with a loud KNOCK, as it hit the wall. I turned, a friend of mine, coming to get me so that he may bring me back home.
I Brought my Fingers behind me. Rubbing off the evidence that stained my fingers. Laughing him off, I assured him that I would only be a minute. As he left, I inspected my thumbs. A small streak rested on the finger I used to rub it, and on my thumbnail? A Small circle remained, to remind me of the sin I committed.
I now ask you to please, do not think ill of me. My crime seems so large to you, but it was beyond my control, a spur of the moment kind of thing. But I can not wash it away, the small circle that remains there, Even if it's physical form goes away, I will always remember the sin I committed. The Night I Used Nail Polish.
