Murder 101 Pt 1

She crept into the room; she could see him lying in bed, his back to her. She took the gun out from where she had hid it under her blouse, it felt heavy in her hands. Two more steps and she stood at the foot of the bed. Should she wake him or should she give him the gift of dying without knowing what hit him?

I threw my pen down, got up from the desk and began to pace. Okay, killing someone is not as easy as they make it look on TV, I'll tell you that right now.

I walked to the window; the setting sun told me how long I'd been at it. . . .murder I mean. The sun was barely up when I had started the most important chapter of my book "Death Gallows" and 10 hrs later there still wasn't any death. Ughh! Why was I having a difficult time with this?

"Stick a fork in it luv, you're done." I heard my professor’s voice in my head. I don't know which was more annoying - that after 5 yrs, I still hear his berating voice and the cocky British accent it came in or that he . . . I . . . the voice in my head was right. I should just pack it up.

"Yeah you should" it was like he was in the room with me now. "You've committed the gravest offense a writer can"

"And what's that?" I asked stubbornly.

"No! No! This is not how it's done. I'm the teacher here. I ask the questions. Now what was it you did wrong?"

"I. . . I like him" I whispered like I was back in his class again

"Speak up" he ordered.

"I like him" I answered loudly.

"That's right; you've gone and fallen in love with your victim. How can you kill him now? Love that to you. Oh you’ve lost it now" he dismissed.

"I can get it back. I can. Let me try" I can't believe I'm pleading with a voice in my head but I couldn't help it.

"Remember what I said to you when you first walked into my class?"

Remember? I never forget. The way he had looked at me and told me I didn't belong there. "There's jingle writing class next door" and when I had told him I was in the right class, he laughed.

"You? In a Murder-Mystery class? You look like you should be baking cookies or singing nursery rhymes to children”

“I. . . I don’t bake and I don’t like children either” I had stammered.

“This should be interesting. Well then, have you a sit and let’s see what you are capable of.”

And that how it began. . . Me doing everything I could to impress him and him getting less impressed with each attempt. It is why after graduating top of his class, I still felt like a failure, it is why immediately after I signing my 3 book deal with Pendant publishing, I went to the bathroom and puked my brains out and it is why after 5 yrs I can still hear his mocking voice in my head.

"Do us all a favor and make it a romance, I beg you. That way you and your lover can ride into the sunset with harps playing in the background?"

"I don't do romance" I muttered

"Well you might as well do it now, because there's no way you're gonna get murder out of that"

"I can! I can and I will" I screamed

"Prove it! Kill him. . . Kill him" he pushed "You can't, can you? Because you love him" he laughed, his voice dripping with disdain and at that very something snapped in me.

"You know what? I don't have to prove anything to you” I yelled “Not anymore, I am a good writer and I don't need you to tell me that"

"Yes, maybe a Romance writer after which you can move to children’s books. . .

“Shut Up”

“That way, you write about fluffy bunnies?

“Shut up”

“And the fairies riding on a rainbow. . . when do they come in?

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up" I screamed, shutting my eyes and shaking my head.

"Oyin? Baby?"

I opened my eyes to see Akin standing in front of me.