I don’t usually get up early on weekends but today is different. After the many months of planning, my friends and I are finally going on an out-of-town trip. My bags were packed already two nights ago. Two bags: one big luggage and an average duffel bag. I made sure I pack that early because I don’t want to leave anything essential behind. This trip has to be fun and perfect.
As Mina’s convertible treaded the long expressway up north, I marveled at the view of the fields that can be seen at my side of the car. The laughter from my three best girl friends rings in my ear, and I smile at them too, but the fields seemed hungry for my attention. It seemed to remind me of how comforting it is to be with the people I have always cared about, but at the same time, it takes me away from them. No. I shouldn’t be swayed by any other thoughts. This is the trip that we have been anticipating for like forever. Focus, Nadine, focus.
Just when I was about to remind my friends of this one encounter in high school where we almost got expelled, a loud bang jolted us all from our seats. One of the wheels of the car exploded. There. Perfect.
Dianne was the first to step out of the car. She complained loudly about the flat tire ruining the trip and blaming Mina for not making sure that everything was fine. She continued rambling about the time we’d be wasting and the things that we could have done if this did not happen. That was her, Dianne. She’s the one to complain and nag about everything. Even the simplest things. And then Ana. She’s always the cool head, asking everybody to relax. There’s just something about her that tells you everything will be fine. And then I remembered my duffel bag. Could this be the…No. I checked on Mina and asked what we can do. She said that we have to get somebody who’d help us change the tire. We were then in the middle of the fields.
Then again, the fields are distracting me. It seemed to give me a solution without telling me what it was. Tall grasses sway in a chorus line, not one long leaf trying to upstage the others. The fields are calling me. It was a vast piece of land. You can see a few houses somewhere on the other side, but reaching them would harness a great deal of effort from all of us. The fields seem to whisper to me something along the words of “Come closer.” I cleared my mind.
"Let’s wait for someone to-" A blowing horn from a shiny car stopped me mid-sentence.
Of course. Dan. Ana’s boyfriend. “You are just in time, sweetie,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Just when I thought it’s just going to be the four of us. Why does he have to come? This trip was meant for the four of us only. Just like when we were in high school. Then I heard again the fields, this time louder. “Come closer,” it rang in my ear.
“Hello? Nadine? Are you okay?” It was Dianne. “We can’t just stand here all day, you know. Let’s go!” She snapped and led the way to Dan’s car. Ana sat in front with him while the three of us at the back. I chose the seat beside the window and dozed off to sleep. Or at least, I pretended to.
I heard a clearing of a throat. It was my signal. As Dan continued driving, whistling innocently, I reached for my duffel bag, careful enough to now wake up the other girls. Inside were just blankets. Relying on the sleeping pills that Dan managed to spike on their drinks, I tied Dianne’s mouth first using the blanket, then continued on her hands, then her feet, then back to his head using just the same long blanket. It was like a long thread, not a portion, and I made an extra stretch for the carrying. Then, I did the same with Mina. And then Ana. Between Dan’s whistling, the fields seemed to cheer me.
As Dan pulled off at the side of the road to park, I leaned forward and touched him. He smiled and slanted his seat to give me space. I kissed his mouth and pushed my tongue inside it. He sucked and played with it, grabbing my breasts in between. We kissed wildly, in rhythm with the blowing of the fields. A tingling sensation began to envelope my body. Before things get hotter, I pulled away from him. I had to get things done. As I was settling in my seat, I heard a thud. Dan just got knocked off. I can’t help but smile. That pill is good. I reached for the remaining portion of the blanket and tied his body around it. The four of them in my blanket. Perfect.
Knowing that the next task would require a great deal of work, I wasted no time and moved forward as planned. With all the strength that I could muster, I pulled one body after another into the soft soil of the fields. As I gazed to catch some breath, the fields still seemed unsatisfied. But I ignored its teasing stillness and focused on a more problematic portion of the scheme: the digging.
I took another minute to take in everything: the stillness of the wind on my body, the pumping of my heart, the teasing of the field—everything. How did I ever come to this? And why, am I not happy? This is everything I waited for. The reality of my grand plan.
Mina. She’s the rich girl. She gets everything she wants without a sweat. She was driving her first car in high school when she almost crashed on me. That was our first meeting. She didn’t know I ran her way on purpose. Nor did she think the flat tire was no way an accident. Then Diane, the bitch. I never liked her but she and Ana were really good friends and I had to befriend Ana. I like Dan so much I can take anything back then just to be near him. Anything. Even if that includes Dianne’s bitchiness.
As I was halfway through pushing Dianne’s sleeping body into the pit that I have dug with an unimaginable adrenaline, there were the fields again. The fields knew that this was not the original plan and they teased me with that. So, as soon as I heard that small thud of Dianne’s body over Mina’s, I shifted the whole scene. I ran to the car, rummaged the duffel bag for my paraphernalia, and swift back.
Ana deserves this, I told myself. I suffered years of malicious-looking eyes at school. The eyes of practically everybody judged me. Slut. Baby killer. I accompanied her to that quack doctor to have her stupid baby removed out of what she always calls her drop-dead curves, and she went out telling everyone that she accompanied me. All those eyes were unbearable that I chose to just look at the fields all the time—to escape from those judging eyes.
So I set my scene up. I buried the two girls, but I made sure that a part of the blanket is seen. Afterwards, I slashed Danny’s throat and let him bleed. I untied the sleeping Ana, lied near her, stabbed my own heart, and placed the knife on her hands. My vision is becoming blurry. Feast on those judging eyes when you wake up, Ana. I looked at the fields again and saw the grasses’ stationary cheer. I kept looking at them until my heartbeat stopped.