Dark Illusion: A Psychological Thriller Novel Read Online Free PDF Page A

begun to sob – tears of grief and bereavement
for what was lost and could never be regained.
    “I have nothing left! Nothing to
live for, you’ve killed everything that I was,” the stupid girl had replied.
    “ Do you want to live? ”
Kelly had screamed at her.
    Mandy hesitated for a split
second. Kelly hadn’t given her another chance. She pulled the trigger.
    Mandy had died almost instantly,
but that hadn’t stopped Kelly from talking to her lifeless body, which was
still warm.
    “It’s your fault you’re dead, not
mine!” Kelly had slammed the words at her through tears of anger, shock, and
fear, mixed with a little bit of elation. “I gave you a chance to live and you
spat on it. You should have said yes. What kind of person waives their right to
live?” she demanded. “If you had shown me that you had passion for anything
else besides your phony cover, maybe I would have spared your life,” she tried
to justify herself, “but you are hollow from within, empty of all substance
and, therefore, not worthy of taking one more breath on this earth.” Kelly felt
wickedness coursing through her veins and an evil smirk had appeared on her
lips. “You got exactly what you deserved.”
    She had realized in that moment
that she had unleashed a monster that had been lurking inside for nearly twenty
years, and it would not surrender until the bitter end; there was no turning
back. The fear and rage had morphed into total euphoria. It had been years
since she had felt so alive, like she had on that seemingly far removed day in
which her life had changed forever. She had tried to immerse herself in this
heavenly feeling; but then the euphoria had begun to fade as panic and reason
penetrated her mind and tainted her pure victory.
    She had to pull things together.
Get the body out of her house. Erase any connection between her and the heinous,
but oh so sweet, act that had been done here. She had thought almost
instinctively about calling her mother, but she had burned that bridge a long
time ago.
    When she was young, still an
innocent girl, her mother used to help her sweep all of her mistakes under the
carpet. But this had been no mistake. She wouldn’t tell a living soul; the
pleasure was all hers, a dark secret that would never be known.
    Kelly had to act wisely and, just
as important, quickly. She’d gone out and bought black trash bags, the biggest
size available. Instinctively, she reached for her credit card but luckily had
stopped herself in time and paid in cash. On the way back, she’d parked her car
near the entrance and then sneaked back in, hoping that none of the neighbors
had seen her. Kelly had shoved Mandy’s body into the big trash bag and started
scrubbing the floor clean of  blood stains. She couldn’t stand the sight
of them. But first she had to get rid of the body.
    Late at night, she had left her
house and started driving, not knowing specifically where. Miles away from her
home, on the other side of town, she had seen a large dumpster. She had
stealthily dragged the bag from her car and had managed to lift it up just
enough to heave it onto the bed of smelly black bags amassed within. She had
left in haste immediately afterwards, before anyone could have noticed her, as
if she had never been there. She’d started the car and had driven away from
there as fast as she could. Her heart had been racing as fast as her Mercedes.
    After driving for a while, she’d
calmed down; a malicious joy had begun to pull aside the veil of uncertainty
that had cloaked her beforehand.
    Mandy had indeed ended up exactly
where she belonged – among garbage.
     
    Had this tragic stumble actually been a revelation of her
new destiny? The sense of remorse had faded and was replaced by a feeling of
fulfillment. Kelly had quickly realized that if she intended to pursue this,
she needed to change her tactic. Act more carefully. Make sure she did not
leave any trace of evidence that could lead back to her. Maybe