Anonymous

They said it was the day all the pretty things died. That's a lie, because if they were to have looked closer they would have seen that, she wasn't all that pretty.

No Evangelina Weston, wasn't pretty at all, at least, not on the inside. But people didn't know that, how could they? When your the Valedictorian of your class, plan on becoming a Medical Missionary, spends money at the salvation army because "it's for a better cause" (although I know the real reason she did). Of course you'll be seen as the most beautiful person on Earth. Or at least in the town, but she was ugly. She hit people, threw tantrums when she didn't get what she wanted, hated you if you weren't "one of the cool kids".

Little did they know. I did it. Evangelina, didn't hang herself. No she was hung, by someone else. That someone was me. I stood there, after her funeral and after everyone went home, late at night, and I stared down at her grave. "Hello Evangelina," I let a small smile play on my lips, "miss me much?"

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Maybe it was cruel, but maybe it was okay. Because when they find out, when they see that it wasn't her herself. They'll search, and search for anything. They'll question family, friends, classmates. Everyone will be a suspect, no one will be innocent. And at the end of the day, neither will Evangelina Weston.

But there's one thing to note, I do not have fingerprints, or tracks sprinkled in blood running deep into the forest, I do not have connection to Evangelina, I cannot be traced, I cannot be found. Because I am Anonymous, and there are plenty of Anonymous people to choose from. All with much more evidence behind them. Including the one I'm watching through the window now.

Lillian Chalice.

Evangelina's best friend. Well until the day Lily's car was stolen, Evangelina's was in the shop, Evangelina was grounded, and Evangelina wanted to go to a party. After that, the friendship was over, after that there was a war. A war that went so far. it made the news, that's when it started for me, that's when I looked into Evangelina's life. That's when I found the real her.

Detectives would go for the family first, but I watched her as she stumbled out of her latest party, and climbed into her own car, laughing with a friend over the phone, "oh yeah," she slurred loudly, "you should have seen the look on her face."

As I did some digging I saw that Evangelina was behind it all and she did a sloppy job covering her tracks up. All I had to do was dig up the license plate number and several of Evangelina's last stops. Leaving an anonymous tip to the cops, and a lurking suspicision with Lily. Destroyed the relationship, and that was one relationship out of the way.

When Evangelina stared up at me, she was full of fear, and her last words were, "please don't..."

She should have seen it coming, because she knew the wrong she had done. I saw it all within her eyes as she stared at me. They were bright, she might have been an intelligent person, but she should have known. Intelligent people don't do those things; at least they don't get caught.

There's a reason I didn't hide the body, and that's because hiding the body never works. Ever.