Stella's New Friend

Stella had grown up being teased and tormented because of her beautiful pale skin. She had long beautiful blonde hair with piercing blue eyes. Even though the other people at school made fun of her, most thought she was beautiful, and couldn't understand why she was so anti-social. Some of the teachers told her parents about her socially hazardous habits.1

She had all but give up on society until her parents started making her go to counseling. One day her counselor told her to meet someone new, someone she had never met before. She thought "What a stuipid ass idea. There isn't one person that would want to be friends with me, and that's the truth."2

The next day Stella was sitting alone at a table in Algebra class. Everyone else had friends and were sitting and chatting with them on their free day the teacher had given them. Stella didn't really care, she didn't have any friends to talk to and was getting pissed off. Not because she didn't have friends but because she was trying to do her Algebra homework. The door to the classroom slowly opened and a beautifully tanned, and tall young man walked through the door. All of a sudden the class got quite as all the girls lusted after him. As he was looking around the room at everyone else, he couldn’t help but look at her repeatedly. She thought to herself "Oh great. Another prep to our collection. I wish he would stop staring! Take a picture, biatch. It lasts longer!"3

After getting her lunch tray in the school's cafeteria, she walked down the rows of the tiny round seats to where she usually sat, away from everyone else. She liked it there because if anyone made fun of her, she wouldn't hear them. The guy from Algebra came over and said “Is it ok if I sit down?”4

“Sure, if you want,” She replied.5

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Bradley. What's yours?"6

“Stella.”7

"Well, that's pretty name. I saw you in Algebra, and I figured you needed a friend because you seemed lonely."8

"Yeah, but I like being lonely. No one tries to backstab you when you're alone."9

"Well. Umm. I guess that I want to be your friend. That is, if you'll let me."10

Then Bradley started to stare at her with the most palest, blue eyes she had ever seen. She thought of her best friend because she had a pair of eyes just as beautiful. She thought "Too bad a dumbass didn't let someone drive them home. Otherwise she'd still have her there to be with her when things got tough." She came back from the daydream to him still staring at her.11

He finally muttered "So how long have you lived here?"12

"My whole life."13

"Really? That's cool. I just moved here from California. It's so much different living in Michigan than there."14

"Yep."15

Stella went through the school feeling better than ever. Finally someone saw her, like she actually existed. She had finally made a friend, and hadn't even tried.16

The next day Stella spotted Bradley in Algebra I. He sat by her and they talked and laughed until the teacher threatened to move one or both of them. She saw Bradley tear a piece of paper out of his notebook and write a number on it. When he had finally given it to Stella, it said “Call me tonight, that way we don’t get into any trouble.”17

She smiled and looked up at her new friend. He smiled back with the greatest smile you have ever seen. 18

That night Stella called him, and they talked for quite a while. They both had opened up to one another, told each other things that no one had ever known about them. Bradley still hadn’t told her his secret, the one thing that might break them apart. He saw no reason to tell her so soon but contemplated on the fact whether he should tell her at all. He decided that longer into the friendship he would tell her what had happened.19

Two weeks later, he saw the opportunity to confess to her what happened to him so very long ago. They had been on the phone talking for about 10 minutes when he said "Stella, I need to tell you something. Promise that wou won't get freaked out by it."20

"Bradley, what do you mean? What happened?"21

"Okay, here's the story. About 3 years ago I was at a friend's home when we started to smoke pot. We were good and high when my friend pulled out a knife, and started to threaten me with it. I finally turned on him and sliced his throat. I remember the blood. Oh so much of it. Finally, I called the cops and threw out the knife that I had done the deed with. I lied when the cops got there and told them that someone had broken in and tried to kill both of us."22

"Bradley, why the hell didn't you tell me this before?! I can't believe you!" And with that she slammed the phone down on the reciever.23

Later, she was thinking about what Bradley had said. She remembered while she was listening to him that she had thought he was lying. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She called Bradley back only he didn't pick up the phone. She wondered why and started walking over to his house which was about a quarter of a mile from hers. As she walked she kept hearing things, like frogs and a owl once. It had scared her when it hooted. She reached the large white house with oak trees all around. She walked right through the lawn and knocked quietly on the door.24

When she knocked the door, the door slowly creaked open revealing the inside of the house. Stella thought "Ooo, creepy. Like a horror film!" She stayed at the door and yelled "Bradley!! Brraadleyy!! Are you in here?" She didn't hear anyone so she decided to investigate. 25

The first room she came into was a living room painted grey. The ceiling went up about 10 feet, or so she thought. From there was a stairway leading up. She thought she heard someone's voice coming from upstairs. Already she was scared. She went up the stairs knowing that if something was on the first floor, they could probably catch her easily. This thought didn't make her feel any better. She walked to the room where a voice was coming from. It sounded like they were keeping a log on a tape recorder. She could only hear bits and pieces "... finally told her... slammed the phone down on the reciever... when she called back... "26

Now she knew that Bradley had been sad about it. She stood there outside the bedroom thinking, and all of a sudden someone grabbed her by the neck and covered her mouth.27

When she had finally grasped reality, and knew what was going on, she jerked up in the chair that she was tied to. She looked around and saw Bradley lying there on the ground, in a small pool of blood. She screamed "Bradley!! Nooo!"28

He stirred but didn't look up. She could hear "Sorry, Stella. I love you, and I never meant for this to happen!" This was when Stella couldn't take it anymore and started to break down. After 5 minutes a body moved in the shadows of the room. He came around a looked Stella into the eyes. She thought he was at least 20 or 25 years old. He had an evil look on his face. He started twirling a piece of her matted blonde hair on his finger.29

"What is your name, pretty girl?"30

"What the fuck does it matter to you, you son of a bitch!" She retorted.31

At this, he slapped her. He told her "Your friend here killed one of my best friends for no reason. Yes, Bradley, I saw you that night when you killed Chaz."32

Bradley gave it his all one last time to save his new friend. He leapt up with a knife and jabbed it into the man's leg. Stella screamed as blood spattered from Bradley's wound onto her face. She scooted the chair up with her feet and pulled the knife from the man's leg and cut her remaining bonds that held her to the chair.33

She jumped up and threatened the man with the knife, hoping he would run away, but he didn't. 34

He said "You won't do anything. You're too pretty to kill anyone"35

"Oh yeah?" She shot back "I don't give a fuck about you!"36

Then she ran forward with the knife in hand and rammed it through his heart. He fell to the wooden floor with a heavy thud. A thud that Stella thought would last a lifetime. She couldn't believe she had just killed someone. 37

She remembered Bradley. At once she ran to him "Bradley! Bradley! I'm so sorry, I 'm so sorry. Please say you'll be alright!" Even in her mind she knew he wouldn't be. He looked up at her through bloodshot eyes and whispered "I love you Stella, Please remember me."38

His eyes rolled back into his head and his body tried to stay alive, emitting a violent muscle spasm. She leaned over him muttering "Oh please! Don't do this to me again! Please!" All the pleading in the world didn't matter. She was left all alone in the world, again. With the thought she started to cry. She was crying so loud she didn't hear the man pull himself over. He made sure he was quiet, and with one last burst of energy, he pushed the knife through the girl's skull.39