Drip. Drip. Drip.

It echoed in Julie's mind.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The drops of water splashed against her face, then slid down her cheeks, like tears. Her eyes had a glassy look to them, making her look like a porcelain doll. The drops of water mixed with the blood covering her face, slowly combining and sliding down.

Julie looked up. A slit in the ceiling of the little wooden house was leaking. Drops of water accumulated and fell down on the girl.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Julie bent down and looked at the girl. She was still alive. She blinked out drops of water and she moved around. Julie stared at her. The girl tried to remove the rope that bonded her, but she couldn't. She let out a whimper.

"I thought you would have been dead by now," Julie said emotionless. The girl closed her eyes and began to cry. Drops of water now fell on Julie's head.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

With sudden anger, Julie slapped the girl's beaten face and growled. The girl started to cry harder.

"SHUT UP!" screamed Julie. She had enough of that girl that she could stand. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" The girl took another blow from Julie. Then Julie moved to the second part of her plan. She got up and headed to her car. She casually opened the door and grabbed the can of gasoline and matches. Julie walked back to the little shack and set them on the table.

"Well, I guess this is it. This will teach you to interfere with my life," said Julie. The girl spotted the materials on the table and shook her head in disbelief.

"N-No," the girl whimpered. Julie grabbed the can of gas and began to splash it all over the girl and the little house. The girl screamed and kicked with all she had. "NO! PLEASE! HELP! I'M SORRY! PLEASE!" screeched the girl. Julie acted as if she couldn't her the girls pleas and continued dumping the gas on the house.

When the can was empty, Julie grabbed the matches. Julie kneeled beside the girl and lit a match. The girl watched in horror. Julie waved the match back and forth, and the girl watched it. Water still splashed against her face.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Then, Julie spoke.

"Don't ever try to take my boyfriend again," hissed Julie in the girl's ear. Julie slowly got up, still looking at the girl, and stepped into the doorway. Then, she threw the match on the floor.

The girl watched the match fall, twirling in the air. "NOOO!" screamed the girl. Julie dashed away from the house. Flames bursted all over the little house. Screams from the girl could still be heard through the explosion.

Julie watched the wooden shack crackle and slowly burn. Then, she slowly turned around and walked away. She could feel drops of rain splash on her face.

Drip. Drip. Drip.