You smelled like sweet cherries and bubblegum; you were happy and always laughing, and always put together. God, you are so perfect it was all just too good to be true. There was something, there had to be something dark about you. After school, you would go for runs and I would follow you behind trees and bushes, and I continued to follow you until you ran back to your house. Your house was even put together, the grass was a perfect shade of green and was trimmed every other Saturday. The house was landscaped beautifully with flowers of all sorts and of course, there was a white picket fence. After your runs, I would sit behind a tree and do all my schoolwork while watching you.    

Everything I did was for you, I buried the boy who wouldn’t stop annoying you at the gym in the woods of Clemson park, and I made sure you were safe at night while your parents were at business meetings for months on end. You always put a spare key under the doormat so while you were on your run I went inside your house. The aroma of sweet cherry pie and blueberry muffins floated gracefully through the warm air and the house was so tidy and spotless. Your house was spotless, the floors were polished, the bookshelves were perfectly dusted, and you loved to bake, make sure the house was always clean, and play with your cat. I went up the stairs to your room; your room was beautifully decorated with fresh flowers and paintings of the beach. I opened your closet and a strong smell of clean linen flooded the room in the back of the closet, there was a small shoebox. I pulled out the shoebox and saw pictures of you and what looked like your parents, a book of recipes, birthday cards from your family, and a wax-sealed letter addressed to your parents Cathy and Henry. I was so focused on what could be in the sealed envelope that I didn’t hear you come inside the house. I just froze as the burst of fresh lavender and sweat came into your room the door slowly creaked open as the air started to taste like salt and a big grin started to grow on your face slowly as you walked up to me and hit me in the head with a huge wooden rolling pin. I woke up in a dark small room with shelves my hands tied to hooks on the walls and my feet tied to the hooks on the floor. I made sure YOU were safe at night, I made sure YOU were being taken care of not like the way those guys who were way out of your league treated you, and I killed a guy because of YOU. You are insane for treating me like this, just you wait Sofia.