Serena and I are best friends. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her. Our friendship dates back to elementary school, where we met and hit it off instantly. We were both lonely girls who sat near the wall and never interacted with others. We were two peas in a pod, sticking up for each other throughout middle and high school and eventually going to the same college. Our nights out were always wild, bonding over drinks and breakups every other week. I think when I got into a stable relationship, she got a bit jealous.

“Why are you always hanging out with him now?” She’d say to me, to which I’d just shrug and suggest that maybe she find a boyfriend that she could spend her time with. This continued for awhile until she stopped talking to me completely. We’d see each other in classes but never spoke outside of them. I can understand why she’d be jealous. I was always the one who attracted more boys and I think that got to her after a couple of years. There was no reason for her to break it off with me but she did.

During my junior year of college, my boyfriend, Henry, and I got our own apartment not too far from campus. It was quaint, being able to come home and have my own little place and snuggle with Henry. One day, I ran into Serena in the hall on my way back from classes.

“Serena, hi!” I said. “It’s been so long. How are you doing?” She kept her gaze downward but mentioned that she was doing well. We continued on our way. “Babe, you’ll never guess who I just saw in the hallway. I saw Serena. Can you believe she moved in here too? And it was awkward!”

Henry was sitting on the sofa and just nodded disinterestedly. “Uh-huh. Okay.” I groaned and went about my business.

The next couple of days happened as normal, but I didn’t see Serena again until about a week after that encounter.

I was in a hurry after class because I had to get to work, so I sped home and ran upstairs. As I swung open the door, it hit something on the other side. There was a thud, and I looked down to see Serena laying on the ground. I slid the door shut. “Serena, what the fuck?” I looked up and saw Henry with just a towel on his waist. I smiled. “Hi honey, what’s going on here?” Henry stammered and took a step backwards as I moved toward him. “Did you fuck my best friend?” I turned and walked into the kitchen. I could sense his fear. He was wondering why I wasn’t screaming.

“Did you fuck my friend? Did she fuck you?” I asked again, as I reached for a knife out of our knife set. He had gotten closer to the kitchen door, and I jumped out and screamed, “Did you fuck my best friend?!” He screamed the most pitiful scream and tried to run as I drove the knife into his back. He fell to his knees and reached back to grab the knife from me.

“No! No! I didn’t fuck her!” I yanked the knife out and drove it back in again and again, blood squirting out of each wound as I ripped through his skin. He was crying and struggling as I pushed him down and straddled him, stabbing him more.

“You liar! You have been! When did it start, huh?!” I slashed the knife through the back of his right arm. “Did it start when we moved in and you had some privacy,” I ripped open his left arm. “Or have you been leading me on and messing with me from the start?!” I got off him and rolled him over, holding the knife to his neck. “You know what I’m going to do right?” He shook, eyes wide with fear, sweat dripping off his forehead. He didn’t answer. “I’m going to cut your dick off!” Before he could react, I started sawing through it. He passed out immediately and I stopped, leaving it hanging half on and half off. I stood up and spat on him. “It was small anyway.”

I dropped the knife and walked toward the front door, where Serena was just waking up. I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up. “What is wrong with you?” I asked her, pushing her up with her face pressed against the door. “First you get jealous that I have a boyfriend and then you try to steal him from me?” She tried shaking her head but I whipped it back and bashed it into the door.

“I wasn’t trying to fuck him!” I threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach as she tried to grab my leg. “I’ve been trying to get advice on how to talk to you again!” Tears streamed down her face. I could tell she was lying.

“You’re full of shit, you jealous scumbag.” I bent down and grabbed her hair again and dragged her to the other side of the living room. “After you left, I could never believe another word you say.” Slamming her head into the window, I started to laugh and cry, hysterically and repeatedly slamming her head against the glass. Blood spattered out onto it as she protested and insisted that she was telling the truth. “Forget it,” I said with one more final swing of her head. “You are dead to me.” With all the force I could conjure up, I slammed her head through the glass. As it shattered and fell to the ground below, I could tell she was unconscious. “Goodbye, Serena.” I hoisted her up and through the window and watched with satisfaction as her body hit the concrete, the sound of cracking bones like music to my ears.