Seven Minutes In H̶̶e̶̶l̶̶l̶ Heaven.

You hated Vicky. Vicky hated you. All the way to the grave. You guys were always at each other's throats. Hate was always strong with your guys's relationship. Ever since you guys were kids. Now you guys were in the end of high school. For a graduation party, a popular kid decided to host a big ass party. End the year with a bang, you know? Nearly half the whole school showed up. It was crowded and crazy. And what did a house of teenagers with teenage hormones do? Play seven minutes in heaven of course. And somehow you and Vicky got paired together. Everyone else except for you two were happy about this. People always thought it was just a silly little game, hating each other. None of that was fun in any way, shape, or form. "Come on, in the closet you two go!" One of your friends pushed you two in a small closet. He shut the door, locked it with people giggling and whispering. The final inch of light was put out as soon as he locked the door.

"Do not even touch me. Do you hear me?" Vicky glared at you, the hatred in her eyes was burning a hole through you. Her arms were crossed. You nodded. At first, two minutes in, you didn't know what to do. Do you just stood there like an idiot in the dark. Until you saw something shimmering in the black darkness. A blade. Vicky was now holding... A knife. Freshly sharpened. Aimed towards you. Everything happened so quickly, it was a blurry mess. She tried to lunge at you, the knife in her possession. Screams were exchanged. You grabbed her arm, took the knife. And- Stab Her bloody scream. The scream of someone dying. More stabs, multiple, blood pouring out, spattering. And then all of the sudden it was all quiet. No more screaming. Pure dead silence. Her blood was on your hands, her body was going cold. And then you woke up. Your eyes opened so fast, you shot up. You were back in your bedroom. "Check the date, check the date." You checked the date. The day before the party.