We went to Kat's Uncle's private resort to celebrate her birthday. There were six of us friends: Gray, Blake, Phoebe, Jane, Katy, and me.
On our first day there, nothing out of the ordinary happened. There were no fights or conflicts. However, on the second day, a tragic event occurred that I will regret for the rest of my life.
We set up a bonfire near the beach, Gray was playing the guitar, and the rest of us were jumping around. Suddenly, Blake went inside the hotel to get some drinks.
"This is our last day here, so let's get drunk," Blake said.
"Yeah, woah!" Jane exclaimed.
"Emily, don't you want to drink?" Phoebe asked me.
"No, you guys go ahead. I don't want us all to get drunk. We'll be staying up late," I said.
But they insisted that I take at least one shot, so I reluctantly agreed.
"Just one shot, okay?" I said. As I drank it, the warmth and bitterness of the alcohol flowed down my throat.
I made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and in the middle of walking there, I suddenly felt dizzy and everything went blank.
I woke up in the morning, by the side of the beach, holding a knife stained with blood while a body floated in the sea.
I couldn't believe what I saw. Was that Kat? Before I could approach the corpse, someone suddenly screamed.
"Murderer!" When I looked, it was Phoebe and Gray. They ran towards Kat's body to prevent it from drifting away.
I was in shock, I dropped the knife and was about to approach Kat's body, but Phoebe pushed me away.
"Out of all the people, why you? Huh? You've been with Kat for so long, why? Is it because of jealousy? Because she's rich, beautiful, and popular? Why?" she shouted at me.
I couldn't say anything. No words came out of my mouth. Even though I wanted to defend myself, there was a part of me that said I was the one who killed her.
As Phoebe's accusations echoed in my ears, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me. Confusion, fear, and guilt swirled together, clouding my thoughts. How did I end up in this nightmare? What had transpired during that fateful night?
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to find my voice. "Phoebe, I... I don't know what happened. I can't remember anything," I stammered, my voice choked with anguish. but phoebe doesn't believe me
minutes later, the police and the parents of kat arrived.
The police handcuffed me and escorted me towards the police car. I saw Kat's parents approaching, and her mother slapped me.
"You beast! Why did you do this to my daughter? You, her supposed best friend? We treated you like family, and this is how you repay us? Bring back my daughter's life!" Kat's mother shouted.
The police intervened and separated us. They placed me inside the car and took me to the police station.
Two weeks later, I was released due to insufficient evidence against me. However, Kat's parents were determined to press charges and see me imprisoned.
Now I am here at the cemetery, standing far away. Many people attended Kat's burial, and tears were shed.
I waited for everyone to leave so that I could approach Kat's grave. When no one was around, I went to her tombstone and knelt down.
Suddenly, it started raining, but I didn't care.
"I'm sorry, sorry for being the reason you're here. I'm sorry, sorry. I know my apologies can never bring back your life, but I regret it every single day," I said, crying. All I remember is that I stabbed Kat, and nothing else.
"Don't worry, Kat. I will pay for this." I went to the police station and confess, and got imprisoned for 10 years. I didn't understand why the court only sentence a 10 years imprisonment on me, and later on, I found out it was because of Kat's mother. I didn't know the exact reason.
Upon my release, Phoebe immediately harassed me. Everywhere I went, she would label me as a murderer. So, I kept moving, changing jobs. I thought when she went to New York for a promotion, she would stay there, but after one year, she came back and disrupted my life once again.
I can't blame her, though. What I did is unforgivable. As for my other friends, Jane and Blake got married, and I have no idea about Gray.