The Secret

It was my best friend's deepest, darkest secret and it would be a hard one to keep....



We had been best friends since second grade. And today we are in college. We made it trough a whole lot of years. The funny thing was that my name was Darcy, and her name was Marcy. Like twin sisters. But all that changed heavily, when I found out about her darkest secret. I don’t know the possible things I could have done if I had known earlier.

Marcy was only an inch taller than me. She had nice straight brown hair, with dark brown eyes that made her stand out. She was a very smart student, and she was in almost every sport team. We had earned the same scholarships. Terribly she can’t be here now.

It all started one early morning in the autumn. It was already about three months after the first day of “school”. Marcy came to my house early in the morning like always. I opened the door to see her huge smile. I let her in and she followed me in the kitchen. She wore a light blue top over some denim jeans. She said she had this great idea that can save the rest of our lives being together. For our future we had different plans, but agreed to communicate with one another once in a while. And well, we had only about two more years to go, and jobs to get to pay our studies. Marcy’s plan was not good at all.


She was planning to get money out of a bank. But how? By robbing the bank. When I heard it, I thought it was just a joke. She couldn’t possible do that, she could get herself in jail just by that. Anyways, she started talking about how she was going to bring a gun, and if it was necessary she would shoot someone. Her first step she said while looking in her list was to go in the bank and fire a shot in the air like they normally did in the movies. She went on how she would have her dark mask and stuff. What a joke. I did know Marcy for a long time, I knew she wasn’t capable of hurting someone. Especially after her father’s death. He was shot three years ago when she was sixteen. Eventually she got over it and decided to let her father rest in peace. Surprisingly, Marcy had this “robbery” planned for next week. I started getting nervous, she explained everything so detailed to me. On the other hand, that same day we went to school. Unfortunately we were assigned a project that would take us about a week. I got so into the project I stopped paying attention to her. But I knew she was stuck in the house doing the same thing. It was a cold Friday morning, and I came down to the kitchen were my mom was watching the TV while cooking breakfast. The news was on. Nothing but bad news is what they should call it. All of a sudden a live report came in. that report got my mom’s whole attention. I was grabbing something in the fridge when she called me to watch it. I went up to the screen. I couldn’t believe it. It was Marcy. She wore a black mask, and a black outfit. I recognized her by her height and by her hair. She had it in a pony tail. Apparently, therewas a news reporter, she filmed Marcy pointing a rifle to a man’s head. Though, my mother could not recognize her. I was so scared. I had to go out and get her, I couldn’t let her do this. When I arrived it was too late, I spoke with a police officer. Aparently, they knew it was a woman. They did not know anything else, not even did they get information about the witnesses. She had killed five people who had tried to bring her down. She took about one billion dollars, and had escaped through a back door. That day, I had no other chioce but to go to school. We were supposed to turn the project in. But Marcy wasn't there. After school, I tried looking everywhere for her. No trace. I took a shortcut to get home. I walked through a park. As I walked someone grabbbed me and covered my mouth with their arm. When I turned around I saw it was her.