...I gave the Red Lipstick to her as a gift and promised to myself that I would give something more to her as well. 

...I decided to give Jessica that red lipstick as a present. And I promised myself that I would give you more than that too.

-- Relita Callister

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The Red Lipstick

red lipstick

It’s a day in the end of autumn; leaves still fall down from the tree. I love autumn, but my beloved season will change to winter before long. Red maple leaves are falling down outside the window. I like sitting here and watching them like this – so beautiful.

It was a day in late autumn. The leaves are still falling from the trees. I love this season very much. But soon it will change to winter. Red maple leaves are falling outside the window. I love sitting here and watching them. So beautiful

Today should be a beautiful day in my life, but my Mother is talking to the police downstairs. He came to my house to inform that he found my best friend’s body at the lake. Jessica -- her name was Jessica. When he told me about her, it seemed like I lost my mind. The only thing I did was running back to my room, and yes – I’m still in my room.

Today was supposed to be another beautiful day of my life. But right now, Mom is talking to a police officer downstairs. He came to the house to inform me that he had found my best friend's body at the lake. Jessica…her name is Jessica. When he told this story It's like I'm losing my mind The only thing I did was run back to the bedroom. Yes…I'm still in the room right now.

Jessica was my only friend. She was the only one who greeted me on the first day at the school. We became close friends from then on, but I didn’t know why she decided to greet me that day. We are different from each other very much. Jessica was a beautiful, friendly and kind girl while others at the school called me ‘Anne, a freak’, but you know? – I didn’t care what they talked about me because I still had Jessica.

Jessica is my only friend. She was the only person who came to greet me on the first day of school. We've been close friends ever since. But I still don't know why she decided to greet me that day. Even though we come out so different Jessica is a beautiful woman. Friendly and very kind.

As my friends at school called me ‘Anne…you weird girl.’ But what do you know? I don't care what other people say about me...because Jessica is always by my side.

Being Jessica’s friend made me feel like I was too ordinary girl, so I changed my name to ‘Dianne’. Because my best friend was a special girl, I had to be a special one as well. 

Being friends with Jessica made me feel like I was a normal girl. Go ahead and compare with her. One day I decided to change my name to 'Dianne' because my best friend was a special girl...I had to be special too, right?

‘Her death is my fault’ is the thought that comes up in my mind. Jessica and I had a picnic plan at the lake today. I waited for her one hour, but she didn’t come. That made me angry a little bit – she usually missed the appointment. I went back to my house, and the police came shortly afterwards. He said that Jessica was murdered by being slit at her neck, wrists and earlobes and there was a red kiss on her cheek. 

‘Jessica died…it was my fault.’ This thought suddenly appeared. It popped up in my mind. Because today Jessica and I planned to have a picnic at the lake. I sat and waited for her for an hour but she never came. That makes me a little angry…she always forgets our dates. When I thought that she definitely wouldn't come So I decided to go home...

And the police followed and informed her soon after. He says Jessica was murdered. There was a cut on the neck. Wrist and earlobe And on her cheek…there was a red kiss mark.

If we did not have the appointment, Jessica might not be killed. 

If we didn't make an appointment today...Jessica wouldn't die.

They used much time to find her because the body is covered by red maple leaves. That kiss was a result of Jessica’s red lipstick which I gave to her. The police didn’t find the red lipstick with the body, so they thought the murderer took it. 

It took them a long time to find her. Because the corpse was covered with red maple leaves That kiss was from the red lipstick I gave her. Police said they did not find red lipstick on the body. So it is assumed that... the murderer took it away.

I don’t know how I should feel about Jessica’s death. It seems like there are a lot of feelings swooping down at once. My world was brighter because of her, but now everything turns to grey. Jessica was a good friend I’ve never had before. Now she’s gone – forever. There is no Jessica anymore.

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about Jessica's death. It was as if many feelings came over me all at once. My world is brighter because of you…but now everything around me has turned gray. Jessica is the best friend I've ever had. But she's gone...forever. No more Jessica.

But, no Jessica maybe a good thing –oh, yes! –the world without her is better exactly, I’m sure about that. This thought comes up in my mind while gripping it in my left hand so tightly.

But…not having Jessica is good too, right! A world without you must be better. I was sure of that. A thought suddenly appeared in my mind as my left hand clenched it tightly.

Actually, Jessica was not a good one. The good girl whom everyone saw was not the same as everyone thought. No one knew Jessica like I did. I knew her truly; I could see her evil soul hidden beneath the angel face. She took everything that I deserved – mother, friends, Arthur, or even the Red Lipstick. 

Actually, Jessica is not a good person. The nice girl that everyone sees is not what it seems. No one in this world knows Jessica like I do. You know what?...I know you very well. I saw the evil spirit hidden beneath that angelic face. You took away everything that should have been mine…my mother, my friends, Arthur, even that red lipstick.

I will tell you about every single wickedness of Jessica. Whenever she came to my house, my Mother always admired her. She said that she wanted Jessica to be a daughter instead of me. What a foolish thing!! Since then Mom often said I should be like her, but it was not Mom’s fault. I have never blamed her because it’s Jessica’s fault. If she didn’t ask me for coming to my house, Mother probably did not compare me with her. Yes, it’s her fault, not anyone else’s.

I will tell you everything about Jessica's vices. Every time you come to my house Mom kept praising her. To the point of saying that I want you to be my daughter instead. How stupid!! since then My mother kept saying that I should take Jessica as my role model. But it's not mom's fault.

I never blamed my mother for this…it was all that bastard's fault. If you don't ask to come hang out at my house. Mother wouldn't compare me to her like this, right!! It's that one's fault alone.

One day I heard others slandering about me and Jessica. They said that Jessica told them her secret why she made friend with me. It was because Jessica wanted herself to look higher. She wanted me to be her prop while she was a star. I did not believe it; gossip about others was what those people did. I should not consider seriously about this because Jessica was my friend. I did not want to judge her due to others’ words. 

One day, I overheard other people gossiping about me and Jessica. They said they knew the secret of why Jessica had become my friend. It was because Jessica wanted to look taller. She wanted me to be just a backdrop to stand out. At the time, I didn't believe what I heard.

Because gossiping about other people is something that they already do. I shouldn't take this issue seriously because Jessica is my friend. I don't want to judge you by other people's words.

Although I did not know the truth from her entirely, it doesn’t matter anymore because dead people cannot vindicate for themselves.

Even now, I still don't know the truth from Jessica's mouth…it doesn't matter anymore. Because dead people can't make excuses for themselves.

I did not think Jessica was a terrible friend until I met Arthur. I fell in love with him at the first time. He is very gentle and always smiles at me. I am sure that he loves me like I do; we are made for each other. But, I’m not beautiful. I knew the handsome guy like him would look at only the beautiful girl, so I had to be more beautiful. I used all of my savings to buy the Red Lipstick and hoped it help me. I could do everything to be the right one for him. But, Jessica! – Jessica again!!!

I didn't think Jessica would be such a bad friend until...meeting Arthur. I fell in love with him from the first time I saw him. He is a gentleman and always smiles at me. I am so sure he loves me as I love him. We were made for each other. But...I'm not a beautiful person. A handsome young man like him only looks at beautiful people.

Therefore, I must be prettier than this. I spent all my savings on red lipstick hoping it would make me prettier. I would do anything to be the right person for Arthur. But Jessica…that bastard again!!!

“The Red Lipstick doesn’t suit you. It cannot help you to be more beautiful and even God cannot. It may be useful, if it’s mine” She carelessly said.

“That lipstick doesn't suit you. I don't think it will make you any more beautiful. In fact, I don't even think God can help. Haha. It would be more useful if it were mine.” Jessica said as if she didn't care.

At that time, I realized that what others talked about Jessica and me might be true. She wanted my Lipstick because she was afraid I would be more beautiful than her. She did not want Arthur to love me. She wanted to take Arthur from me, and I knew that. Do you see how evil she was?

It was then that I started to open my eyes and believe what others were saying…it might be true. She wanted my lipstick because she was afraid I would be prettier. She doesn't want Brother Arthur to love me. She wants to take Brother Arthur away from me! You think I don't know!! Did you see that!! Do you see how bratty Jessica is!!

I gave the Red Lipstick to her as a gift and promised to myself that I would give something more to her as well. 

I decided to give Jessica that red lipstick as a present. And I promised myself that I would give you more than that too.

Actually, I do not really upset with her death; in the world without her, it is easier for me to breathe. Do you think I am a bad person? Because I still hate her although she passed away. She deserved to die, didn’t she? 

I'm actually not sad about Jessica's death. In a world without you It even made me breathe easier. Do you think I'm bad? Because now even though you're dead I still hate you to the core. But you can see now that she deserves to die, right!?

I will tell you the last secret, but you have to swear that you will not tell anyone.

Okay, I'm going to tell you one last secret…but you have to swear to me not to tell anyone.

‘I AM THE MURDERER!!!’

'I am a murderer!!!'

Actually, if saying like that, it is not really true. Another part of me killed her. She always told me all days and nights that Jessica deserved to die; her whisper is in my head all the time.

In fact, if you say it like that It's not quite correct. I'm the one who did it. Day and night she kept telling me that Jessica deserved to die. That soft, gentle whisper is always in my head.

She gave the Red Necklace, Red Bracelets and Red Earrings to Jessica by her own self in order that they would match to the Red Lipstick that Jessica stole from me. She watched red maple leaves falling down to cover that worthless body mockingly. The Red Kiss on Jessica’s cheek is marked as saying goodbye from both of us. 

She was the one who gave the red necklace. red bracelet And those red earrings with Jessica herself So that it would match the red lipstick that girl stole from me. She watched the red maple leaves fall and cover the worthless corpse with a sneer. A red kiss on her cheek was a goodbye to both of us.

Do you see? It’s not real me to kill Jessica.

Did you see that? I really didn't kill Jessica!!!

She said Jessica’s death is not my fault. I trust her because she is my only real best friend, not a fake friend like Jessica. Yes, Jessica was just a fake friend. I don’t need to regret about her death.

She whispered to me that it wasn't my fault that she died. And I believe you Because she is truly my dear friend. my only one Not a fake best friend like that girl!! yes! Jessica is just a fake friend. I don't need to be sad that she died lol.

“Dianne, the police wants to ask you something, go downstairs.” the Mother knocks the door and says what made the blood in my body seems to be frozen. 

“Dianne, the police officer would like to ask you something. Please follow me downstairs.” Mother's voice knocked on the door and said something that made my blood almost freeze.

No way!! I have not to let that silly police arrest me. He will force me to tell the truth exactly. I have to find the way to obstruct this. What I am gripping tightly in my hand starts hurting me. And then, the good idea comes up; I hustle to find what I want in the drawer.

no way! cannot! I can't let those stupid police arrest me!! It must force me to tell the truth!! I have to stop this!! I gripped the thing in my hand tighter until it started to hurt. And suddenly a great idea popped up in my head I quickly found what I needed in the drawer.

I get it!! I get it!! This way will work for me. No one can force me to tell the truth anymore. 

I found it! I've got it!! It will definitely work. No one will ever force me to tell the truth again.

I put down what I grip in my hand on my mouth before using what I just got from the drawer to do something. The pain intermittently happens until the first tear cries. I do it over and over with feeling numb. It finished!! 

I put what I was holding in my hand on my lips. Before using what you just found in the drawer to do something The pain comes on intermittently. Until the first tear falls I kept doing it over and over with a numb feeling. Finished!!! It's finished!!!

I turn to the mirror to check it; the reflection from the mirror shows me the perfect girl I’ve never seen before. Yes, I am perfect now with the thread used to string my red lips together. The needle with blood falls down on the floor and makes a light sound before the laugh comes out from the perfect closed red lips. 

I turned to look in the mirror to check that I was neat. The reflection showed the most perfect woman I had ever seen. That's right! Now I'm perfect!! With a thread that was strung together to make the red lips stick together. The blood-soaked needle fell on the ground, making a soft sound. Before a laugh could be heard from those perfect red lips that would be closed forever.