The Murder

I think I’m in the middle of a sugar rush. Energy is surging through my veins, despite the fatigue that is dragging at my ankles. Looking over to the weathered side table on my right there are four disheveled candy wrappers. All different varieties and all mine. It is a dangerous game to buy a bag of Halloween candy for only a handful of visitors. The treat is the trick. How does one avoid a bagful of chocolate all wrapped up in eye-grabbing bright colors and convenient bite-size portions?
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My pulse is racing. The chocolate is watching me, taunting me with its packaging and promises. I feel my desperation rising—I must act now. Before I can think I grab the bag of Halloween candy and launch it across the room, feeling only the urgent need to get away. The candy scatters over the rug—accusing me even from across the room. Only one thing to do now. I don’t dare pick up the baiting chocolate, opting instead to roll up the rug with the evil inside. I cram the rug in the trunk of a silver BMW and rev through a dark foggy night, down toward the pier. What pier? The Pier. When I arrive, there is no one watching except for the eerie, glowing eye of a distant street light. The fog is floating above the waters, and the windy cold stings my eyes as I exit the car to do must be done. I wrap my trench coat tightly around me, and quickly check my surroundings for signs of passing strangers. I am alone. I open the trunk and look inside, half expecting the Enemy to have escaped. That would be the end for me—no way was I resisting its temptations twice. It was now or never. I grab the rug and swing it over my shoulder, not letting my mind wander to the ramifications of what I was about to do. At the edge of the pier I let the rug roll off my shoulders into the hungry, black waters. My breath catches in my throat as the rug hesitates for a moment before slowly disappearing beneath the waters. I stay until the last bit of tassel dips beneath the rolling waves. Shaking, I return to the car, sweat dripping from my pale skin. I sit with my head against the steering wheel for just a moment before igniting the engine and racing off into the night.