The way he gazed into my eyes made me melt in his hands like butter. I’ve never felt so loved before; so desired by someone. He wrapped his sturdy arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. His scent was a mix of burning firewood and Calvin Klein cologne. I continuously take in his aroma; the sweet smell pulling me closer. He raised my chin up towards him; leaving me breathless again as he stared right through my soul. His lips grazed my forehead, then my cheek, until they were centimeters away from mine. I couldn’t resist the temptation. I pulled his head forward and kissed him passionately. He began to smile as I released my grasp. He knew I could hardly control myself. I was in the palm of his hands.
He took my hand and led me off into the woods, away from the crowded bonfire. “I have something I want to show you.” My face lights up with excitement. I follow him out of curiosity, wondering what he could possibly want to show me. After what felt like a two mile walk, he points up to a ginormous tree. Perched in the branches was a massive tree house. He begins to explain, “When I was little, I used to sit up in this tree house whenever I wanted to be alone,” he continued, “I’ve never brought anyone here before, you’re my first.” That made my heart flutter in my chest.
We started climbing up the ladder; I went up first and he followed. My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about what we would do next. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment and it was finally about to happen. I was so eager. He locked the door behind him, the smile no longer plastered on his face. Why did he look so serious? I ignored his odd behaviour. I lunged myself into his arms ready for a night of pleasure. This was it, I thought.
A few moments later there was a sharp pain in my gut and I cried out. I heard him laugh under his breath. He twisted and churned his knife around in my stomach, making me scream louder. He pulled it out fast and an evil grin appeared on his face. He looked oddly satisfied. My legs gave out from beneath me. Everything was a blur. Memories racing through my mind like a movie; my life flashing before my eyes. He pierced the knife into my chest, and suddenly I felt light.
I watched him stand over my lifeless body, analyzing the damage he had caused. The white shirt on his back now stained a deep red. He pulled out a bag from one of the storage compartments in the tree house, carefully removing the evidence from his body. Then carefully, he redressed himself in a black hoodie and basketball shorts; making sure that there was no blood on his new clothing or skin. For the next three hours he sat up in that tree house; finally alone again.
Long after everyone left the bonfire, he returned to the pit which was still burning from earlier. Black disposable bag in hand, he threw my limp body into the flames. I watched as my remains were burnt to ashes. The smell of burning firewood and Calvin Klein cologne filled the air around me but it was no longer satisfying. The fire continued to burn for the next few hours. I watched the flames that had engulfed me simmer. Once the flames were no longer present, I felt like I was somewhere else; free and weightless.  This was it, I thought to myself.