Murder (Or Self-Defence)

By C. E. Malone.

In the light of day, my choice seems stupid, reckless even. I can't believe I actually did that.

"GO AWAY!" I yelled at him, the one who was harassing me. We were on the edge of a cliff. I could push him and no one would know it was me. Perfect.

It was in self-defence, sort of… but I don't think anyone will believe me, Cathy Moore, the self-contained loner, who writes in notebook after notebook at school, even in lessons. The one who hardly ever speaks to anyone.

"I SAID GO AWAY!" I yelled at him again, slowly moving forward, pushing Gerard towards the edge…

Seriously though, the idea that popped into my head should've been ignored completely. I shouldn't have acted on it. I should have backed away then and there.

Gerard was too close to the edge of the cliff. It was raining and gale-force winds were blowing my hair in front of my face. Down below the waves were smashing against the rocks…

Gerard was a harasser first and foremost, to all girls my age, sometimes younger, 14 or 13. They didn't know what he was going to do, until it was too late. He had murdered them. Gerard was also a 'loving' family man. A likely story, I'll bet. But when he murdered women, girls really, he got a real kick out of it.

I pushed him backwards. He seemed to hang in midair, suspended by nothing. He crashed down on the rocks, before the waves swept him to sea. I stood silently, my black hair being whipped round my face, blocking my view of Gerard last breaths.

The murderer becomes the murdered.