The Prank that Backfired

Published: Tuesday, 11 October 2011 Written by Bernelle Titre

The headlights sliced through the blanket of darkness which disguised our surroundings as we travelled the deserted road, taking a regular shortcut home. Suddenly, a figure staggered into view and we yelped concurrently. The screeching of the tires echoed eerily through the night as we gasped and involuntarily jerked forward with the impact of the shiny blue convertible against the large mass. Simultaneously, we exited the vehicle to investigate the results of the collision.

Omigod!” Kelly screamed, clutching her chest. “Nate!” she yelled, dropping to her knees and clawing at her clothes like they were suffocating her.

Nathan rushed to her and put his arms around her, while he slowly spun her away from the grotesque scene.

I swallowed the bile of trepidation which rose at the back of my throat, while tears swelled in my eyes.

“It’s okay Jess,” he whispered into my ear, though his voice wavered.


The disfigured heap was Nicole Winslet, an average girl who was in my Biology class. Her inert eyes held my gaze as blood seeped from her mouth and a scarlet bruise stained her right temple. The haze of intoxication diminished as sobriety besieged us and confirmed the severity of the heinous crime we had just committed.

“What are we going to do?” I croaked, my voice a barely audible whisper.

“Let’s go,” Nathan said abruptly, more order than suggestion.

“We can’t just leave her here!” Kelly cried, but reluctantly allowed herself to be led away from our undoubtedly dead peer.

A lone tear raced down my cheek as an unofficial tribute for our helpless victim and I marched resolutely toward the unharmed convertible.

“She was drunk. I saw her drinking at the party,” Kelly stated, piercing the uneasy quiet. “It’s probably not our fault.”

Not our fault!” I hissed. “We hit her with a car!” I roared, compelling the raw memory from my mind. “Besides, Nicole never drank.”

“Be quiet!” Nathan bellowed, while he fidgeted and glanced in the rear view mirror.

“What did you do?” Kelly asked him, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Nate, what did you do!” she repeated, punctuating each word.

He ran a hand through his tousled blond hair and released a sharp breath. “I slipped her some ‘ecstasy’ at the party and she went wild,” he finally said.

“You gave her ecstasy?!” I squealed heatedly.

“It was a just prank. I just thought she needed to loosen up,” he explained weakly. “Let’s just forget it.”

“We can’t just forget her!” I furiously spat at him. We killed her! You killed her!” I yelled. “Some prank,” I muttered bitterly, as tears stained my cheeks and I buried my face in my hands.


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