Chapter 1

|| THE DEATH OF BENEDICT ||

I look at you Janet, from afar as I often do. You smile after your friend Diana must have said something to make you laugh; your smile is delightful because your set of teeth is so sparkly it should be used for toothpaste commercial.

You can't possibly catch me staring at you because I am seated three rows behind you, and for once I am grateful to loneliness for without it I wouldn't be able to stare at you without getting caught by a seatmate.

I do relish the opportunity to one day tell you that the way your ebony skin tone complements your signature purple lipstick drives me crazy, you could call me a stalker because every day after school I follow you around until you get to the gate of the female hostel. "Who are you, Janet?" The thought of you in my arms as we watch your favorite movies on a Saturday during our schools TV show night makes my dream come true, I am deeply immersed with the idea of kissing you, drawing you close to the extent our nose can't keep us apart and I am turned on from the scent of your perfume.

Am I in love? Or foolishly obsessive? After what happened with my first girlfriend Grace, I wouldn't know how to describe what I feel for you.

On normal terms I wouldn't want to talk about Grace, but I needed to understand how to go about you, how to handle what I feel for you so that you wouldn't end up like Grace. Grace was just like you, she had same complexion, hey! Don't judge it seems ebony girls are my type.

She was a little bit taller and she never wore make up. She was everything I ever wanted in a girl.

"My missing rib" I would call her, one thing I loved very much about her was that she wasn't like other girls who were obsessed with social media, but everything went wrong when she started attending Geography classes; she met this guy called Benedict Audu.

Don't be surprised because just like you Janet, I followed her around school. Don't call me crazy or a psychopath that's one of the things I can do for love's sake, Grace started acting out of touch, lying to me unnecessarily and I could tell that she was looking for a way to end our relationship.

That was when I got this app called "The ghost reader" the app allowed me to read and reply to someone's messages using my phone without being detected. It also gave me access over her only social media handle which was Instagram with just her mobile number.

And am not bluffing when I say that this app has made me the ultimate stalker that I have become.

Thanks to "The ghost reader" I knew Grace had F*k Benedict on the 5th of January 2021 in the Botanical Garden, it's no coincidence, that scumbag Benedict was the Laboratory prefect which gave him access to all the Labs in Empire High school including the Botanical Garden.

I still loved Grace despite the fact that she was a lying two timing cheating hoe, I still gave her the benefit of a doubt. Maybe if Benedict wasn't in the picture, our love life would continue as it has been since the beginning of our senior year. So I started crafting plans to eliminate Benedict.

I logged into "The ghost reader" as Grace then I sent benedict a whatsapp message telling him to meet up in the Botanical garden. Are you asking me why I choose the Botanical Garden? I had to kill him in the very location that he'd F*k my girlfriend.

I waited patiently in the Botanical Garden until he came, I had a jack knife in my pocket and an empty bottle of coke by the side in the of the garden, I wore a hand glove in other to hide my murder identity in case his rich parents wanted to investigate further.

I had looked at Benedicts Instagram handle

He had graduated from a taekwondo school during the holiday so if my plan is to work I had to hit him from behind with the empty bottle before stabbing him with a knife. It was about after ten minutes I heard footsteps approaching the botanical garden, so I hide myself properly. I had stolen the spare key from Grace's backpack this morning so there was no way he would have guessed that someone other than Grace was in there.

So immediately he opened the door I pounced on him with the empty coke bottle, I aimed for his head and when he was unconscious from my first attack, I used the jack knife to stab him in the heart. Benedict was a lefty so when I was sure he was dead; I put the jack knife in his left hand so it would look like a suicide incident.

I left him there at the botanical garden and I never looked back. I never knew something I left behind would be a new treat to my love life.

I would do many things for love; and murder was not excluded from that prestigious list, so if Benedict had to go for Grace to regain her senses then so be it.