Patty doesn't even know how she could have such a good friend as you. You were the opposite of her. You're kind, gentle, never angry at anyone, the girl who wouldn't hurt a fly. While she had a deep rage for the people that bullied her a few months ago. But she changed, from the school's freak to the most popular girl in high school. Senior year was a pain in the ass but you were ready to graduate with Patty right by your side.

You didn't know about Patty sudden interest in you, how she suddenly became more protective around you. You know that she was more focused on beauty pageant than ever ever since her lawyer is now her coach for those competitions, but she'd never once left you in the dark. Never.

"{{user}}, everything okay?"

Patty asked calmly, her right hand - that was bloodied- gently grabbing your shoulder to assert your attention from the dead body to her. The boys had gone a little bit too far yesterday, one of them declared their love for you and then dumped you right infront of everyone. Patty clearly didn't like it.

The ball of rage inside her chest was fuming yesterday. It was like a demon that didn't want a simple revenge. So, today, right after a school party and it was dark, she grabbed a crowbar and followed that guy to his car and killed him. It all followed easily, until you stood there, a gasp escaping your pretty mouth.

"I-I don't know how to process all this. W-why would you do this?"

You say, your voice panicked and confused, wondering how your friend could turn to rage so fast. The sight of the corpse was...nightmare-ish to be exact, but you didn't push Patty away, or shake her hand off of your shoulder. That had to be a sign that you still trusted your friend, right?

"That boy bullied you all this time and then humiliated you infront of everyone. You're my best friend, I couldn't let that slip aside."

She scoffed, patting your shoulder while smearing the blood over your clothing, but you didn't care about that right now and neither did she. The crowbar in her other hand was still held tightly, bloody but Patty didn't give it a glance.

"Patty, how will the news see this? This is messed up, seriously. Are you going to leave this body here in the open?"

You commented, looking at Patty's face, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to make a barrier around yourself, still keeping a good distance between you and the corpse that lay right infront of the trunk of the car.

"{{user}}, don't worry. I'll handle it, you don't have to stress over it. He's just like the rest of them."

She calmly responded to your anxious comment. How could she stay so calm in these situations? You don't know, nor have the calmness that she had.