I walked out of my house and disappeared into the forest nearby. The next morning, the maid found the bodies. She screamed and screamed. The police were called in. I was happy to see their deaths on the front pages of every newspaper. Our media loves violence and gore.
Forty days later, I came out from hiding. I looked like a victim from a war-torn country. I walked into the nearest police station and said: I am here to report a murder and a kidnapping.
I had planned everything carefully. I was going to blame everything on Malena.
****
The first time I met Malena was on my birthday. I had just turned
16. Malena was a new student in my class. She sat next to me. Malena was friendly and chatty. The next day, Malena brought me a birthday present.
Malena said: Happy belated birthday. Hope you like what I got you.
It was a lovely pendent of a mermaid sitting on unicorn. I had a big smile. I wore the pendent close to my heart.
****
Malena wanted us to be more than best friends.
From the moment I saw you, I loved you, Malena said.
She planted a passionate kiss on my lips. And I kissed her back. Overnight we became lovers.
Malena was madly in love with me. She wrote passionate love letters to me. She wrote poems about me. She painted me. She was an ardent photographer and I was her favourite subject.
Without you, my life has no meaning, Malena said.
Malena worshipped the ground I walked on. But I felt nothing for her. I was born only to love myself. Yet, I made Malena believe that she was the greatest love of my life. I needed her. Malena was my ticket to make my dreams come true.
****
At the police station, the detectives were eager to hear my confession. The detectives believed the lies I told them. I said: Malena was in love with me. But I was not in love with her. She is a psycho who is obsessed with me. I told her that my parents are religious. They would not approve of a lesbian relationship. This angered her. That night, Malena broke into my house. She killed my parents. She put a knife to my throat. She forced me to follow her to the forest. She held me captive in a cabin in the forest. But after few weeks, I managed to escape. I ran straight here.
I took the detectives to the cabin in the forest where Malena held me captive. The cabin was filled with my portrait, my pictures, her love letters and her poetry. Malena was nowhere to be found. One of the detectives told me: She must have run away after you escaped. But she cant hide her forever. We will find her.
I was not worried. Malena will never be found. I had made sure that Malena had disappeared into thin air.
****
It has been eight months since Malena and I have been together as lovers. I suggested that we should go hiking and camping in the forest behind my house. I said: For five days we will be sleeping under stars. It will be very romantic.
The adventurous Malena agreed to my plan. She had no idea that I had set a trap for her. We walked till we arrived at a wooden cabin.
My father built this cabin 10 years ago, I said.
My father said that this cabin will give our family some quiet time from our busy schedules and spend quality time together. In ten years, we have only visited this cabin twice. This cabin was forgotten and abandoned. Then, I met you and everything changes. I revisited the cabin. I have made changes to the cabin. I dedicate this cabin to you. This cabin is my present to you.
The moment Malena stepped into the cabin, she was impressed. It was beautifully decorated. Everything she has given me her portraits, her poetry, her pictures, her presents and her love letters were plastered all over the wall.
From now on, this cabin will be known as our cabin of love, I said.
Malena kissed me passionately. We made love on the floor. I waited for Malena to close her eyes. I went outside the cabin. I took an axe. I entered the cabin and slaughtered Malena. She screamed. But I showed no mercy.
I had to make sure her corpse would never be found. I forced myself to eat her flesh. I burned her bones until they were only ashes. I threw the ashes into the sea. I cleaned the whole cabin. I made sure there was no trace of blood. Malena no longer exists.
I walked back to my house. I waited for night to arrive. I entered the room of my parents with an axe. My parents were sleeping. I showed no mercy. I hacked my parents to death.
****
My tragic story has become the headlines in every newspaper in the world. Everyone was talking about me. Every media in the world wanted to interview me. Finally, my dream has come true. I have always wanted to be famous. Fame came knocking at my door. Malena had served me well.
I landed a book deal to tell my life story - my undying love for my parents and my horrified experience watching them butchered by a stalker who was my classmate. I made Malena into the devil and me, the saint. My book was a bestseller all over the world.
A Hollywood producer had turned my book into a film where the Oscar winner Jennifer Lawrence played me. I attended the movie premiere of my book in Los Angeles. I had a chance to shake hands with Hollywood celebrities. The director mentioned my name after the movie was screened. Everyone in the auditorium gave me a standing ovation. Gracefully, I stood up and bowed in appreciation. The cameras never stopped clicking me. I love the flash lights of the cameras going insane at my direction. I was the star of the event, not the Oscar winner Jennifer Lawrence.
I was on the front of page every newspaper in America. I was invited to be a guest on some of the prominent talk shows in the US, from Oprah to Jay Leno. With tears in her eyes after hearing my story, Oprah said: Your courage is so inspiring.
Everyone in her audience applauded so loud that I could probably hear them even if I was in the moon. Killing Malena was necessary. Killing my parents was necessary. For some dreams to come true, it is not enough to shed sweats and tears. You must have blood in your hands.
****
Ten years have passed. My tragic story was yesterdays news. The police have not found Malena. I am married. I am in the hospital. I had just given birth to a baby boy. My husband was holding our son in his arms and singing a lullaby to our son.
Happiness was written all over my husband. Happiness was also written all over me, too.
Of course, my husband and I are happy for different reasons. My husband is happy because he became a father. I am happy because my son will make me famous again.
I will plan everything carefully. My son will go missing. My son will get kidnapped. I will kill my son brutally. His remains will be found in some dumpster.
Once again, I will convince the world that the psychotic Malena has returned in my life. Malena was furious that I had gotten married Malena wanted to teach me a lesson for forgetting her. So, Malena kidnapped and brutally murdered my innocent son.
Nothing breaks the worlds heart more than to see a picture of a mother crying over the dead body of her child. The world will be horrified over my tragedy. The world will not forgive the monstrous Malena. The world will demand the authorities find this psychotic Malena at once and put her behind bars at all cost, so she will not bring any more misery to me. Of course, Malena will never be found. Malena is inside me. I have eaten her.
I can see another book deal coming my way where the publisher wants me to tell the world about my misery of losing my son I can see a Hollywood producer wanting to turn this book into a movieI can see myself attending the movie premiere of my book in Los Angeles I can see myself getting a standing ovation from the audience after the premiere I can see the camera flashes going insane just to capture my imageI can see that I will be invited to talk about my bitter experiences in talk shows all over America. Who knows, I might even meet Oprah again.
I cant wait to be famous again. Killing my son is necessary. For some dreams to come true, it is not enough to shed sweat and tears.
You must have blood in your hands.
