Lucy was a mistake. We were friends. I foolishly bragged about what I had done to Lizzie and Billy. 

I craved a companion, someone who would revel in death at my side and look at me in awe. How was I to know Lucy would freak out at my confession?

Lucy looked at me like I was a monster. She screamed and sobbed. Lucy was hysterical after she figured out I wasn't making a twisted joke.

She was shorter and weaker than me; I swear, I only wanted her to listen to me. Suffocating her was an accident; when I saw she was dead, I sobbed like a baby.

My instinct to survive kicked in after the horror of what had done had sunk in. 

No one knew about our hideout. The faded posters, the sawdust smell, and the dirty floor was our sanctuary.

I knew no one would find her body. 

Her “loved ones” didn't care about her when she was alive, the thought of them sobbing over her corpse,  filled me with rage.  That's why I refused to tell them where she was for so long.

Lucy's parents treated her like crap, putting her down day after day.

The kids at school teased her daily, calling her ugly. She was a gorgeous angel in my eyes.  I was the only friend she ever had.

I covered her body with a tatty yellow blanket that we used to eat picnics on; kissed her forehead and closed her eyes. 

Lucy looked like she was sleeping. Her messy black hair and freckled face seemed angelic under the buzzing light. I wish I'd had a camera to capture her beauty at that moment.

When I walked away from her I knew I'd never return; I wanted to leave her comfortable.

Everyone thought Lucy ran away. She had done twice before but always returned home.  Her parents reported as a missing person; they were confident she'd return home.

When I first confessed to her murder, it shocked a lot of people more than my other confessions. They had no idea she was dead for all those months.  I enjoyed taunting the police and her family about where her body was. I think her parents clung on to hope I was lying right up until I gave them the location.

I did feel guilty about Lucy, but now I understand I set her free. No more pain or disappointment. She will never age, get grey hair and wrinkles. Have to worry about being cheated on or bills. More than that I ensured she could never taint our friendship.

Lucy would always be my beautiful angel, my best friend. Neither life nor time can change that now.