Undone - Chapter 7: Ian

I felt kind of lighter after Brandon left.1

Like a giant burden had finally been lifted out of my heart.2

That’s all I needed. Someone to talk to that would listen to me and not tell me everything I saw wasn’t real. Someone who could finally relate with my suspicions against the two girls everyone seemed to love. And he’s experienced it too, since one of them killed his fiancée.3

I walked up the stairs to my room. As I shut the door, I fell to the floor. Less that a week after Arlene died, I drew a million pictures of what happened at the park that night. Of course, I tore most of them down after a while because my mother started to think I was insane. But there was a giant picture of Arlene hanging on my wall. I never took it down, and I’d stare at it for hours at a time. I had an obsession with Arlene. Or perhaps it was an obsession with her death.4

I walked up to the portrait and stared into Arlene’s dark green eyes, similar to my own, but so much more kind and adoring. I touched her face, so beautiful, so smooth behind the glass. Sadness came over me every time I looked at her, yet I looked on, afraid that if I took my eyes off of her, she’d be gone. It was the only thing mother let me keep that was related to her in this room.5

I had to find a way to avenge her. I laughed as I realized how stupid I was for never thinking about it before. I’ve got to get to the source of my problem, like that dumb shrink told me. What was the source? Easy: Arlene’s death. What was the cause of that?6

Samantha.7

I’d have to kill the source of all this pain and suffering.8

I’d have to kill Samantha Madison.9

“I’ll avenge you, my dearest Arlene, I shall avenge you.” I laughed maniacally.