It was the first time she had started to have doubts about the plan. Since the day Connie and her met, Alice had trusted her, which would lead her to be placed in this mess that she was in. In saying that, it did not seem at all a bad idea at first; more of a master-plan. In all honesty, they did get what they set-out to achieve (but maybe a little more than they had bargained for).

She could remember little of her last three months living by the mother that had never been there. Her mother’s life was a constant struggle to hold things together; whether that were a job, relationships to abusive men or her alcohol addiction. Alice could not live a normal life under these circumstances and she knew that- she had easily learnt to take care of her own life. Her life consisted of waking up in the late afternoon, then waiting till night fell where she could find comfort with her so-called friends at ‘The Pit’. The Pit was a club where rock bands played almost every night, and so this was a place where she could spend night after night there. Dead conversations, deafening sounds, impious glances through the smoke that filled the place, ending in alcohol fuelled fights were all commonplace.

She met Connie there. She remembered the exact date because she had been waiting for that night to come for so long; the night that her favourite band Mystic Voodoo would headline The Pit. She had been a fan since she was thirteen when they had ignited onto the scene four years ago. Alice was there early as could be to hold that front stage position, giving her the opportunity to be within reaching distance of lead singer, Percy Xavier. If there were such thing as a man of her dreams, Percy would be exactly that. He was tall, dark and very thin; evident from the posters that covered every inch of Alice’s bedroom wall. He was the normal rock star- constant tabloid scandals, drug abuse, and fighting between band members (perhaps the reason why there were playing at a venue as small as The Pit). Everyone seemed to think they had lost their touch, except for Alice of course.

Connie shared the same obsessive desire for the band as Alice did; longing for Percy to just look at them one time. That is how everything began. After that night, they had started to hang-out with each other where Connie shed light on her ever so cunning plan. The idea was to kidnap Percy, but it would not be the ordinary kidnapping and asking for a ransom, it was more of a health benefit thing; holding him back only till he were off drugs and so could write new songs again. The more they talked about it, the better the plan began to sound.

Both Alice and Connie were thin girls, but this was not evident through their gothic style of clothing. The underlying factor being though, that they could not kidnap Percy by force. They would have to use their minds, and in the end, it turned out to be much easier than expected. Connie’s apartment was disguised and so to look like a magazine headquarters, and after first Percy accepting the offer to be interviewed, Alice pulled a gun on him. It was an old-fashioned gun that Connie had removed from her mother’s dresser; Alice was somewhat surprised at her steadiness of holding the weapon. It had really been a simple operation.

Percy was too resigned and drugged out to fight back at all, sometimes causing Alice and Connie to forget he were a prisoner at all. The first days had been the hardest not knowing what to expect, but no one had found him missing, perhaps everyone was used to him disappearing and leaving his band stranded mid-tours. Either way, he was probably glad to get away from the hype of his lifestyle.

After a few weeks he started to open up to them. Fame was something that was short-lived by most and even while being surrounded by crowds, he could not help but feel loneliness. They listened to him like children to storytellers; drawn closer by every breath. Alice and Connie soon forgot that the plan would have to end at some point in time. The race had then begun for every gesture and for every word to be approved of and pleased by the person they had idolised their entire lives.

They had fallen into an emotional well with the permanent competition to be the one who he cared for most, to be the favoured captor. He had turned out to be more perfect then they had ever imagined; every word that he said was a melody to their ears. Yet love and fascination is something unmeasurable, only one could win at this game. Connie won at this game.

They became isolated in their own universe, to which Alice was not invited too. It had hurt her deeper than anything she had imagined- the laughing, the jokes, and their coldness to see right through her. All the interviews she had seen with him, all the newspaper clippings about him, all the hours watching him, feeding him, feeling like something to him made it all the worse more for her. She had to question the reason for having a heart anymore; it had been torn to shreds.

With time it got worse, their heads so close together, dreaming of worlds she was not a part of, their deep simultaneous breathing pounding into her brain. She had always the comfort that one day he would be hers, that he would finally realise they were meant for each other. There was no hope now, desolation had taken over. Jealousy is a blinding emotion, it can make people do things they may have never imaginable.

The gun felt cold and much heavier than the first time. The trigger was stiff, having never served its purpose. Rays of moonlight shone through a window and made the barrel glisten, as she crossed the hallway approaching where they slept soundly holding each other. If she could not be with her dream, then why should anybody else. Alice fired the gun twice and she made sure she did not miss. Still warm and bright red, blood foamed from the mouth of the same smile that covered her wall; the smile she had forever dreamed about. She rested the gun on her own temple and fired the last bullet. She could no longer be alone anymore; he would be a part of her for eternity.