Wanting Daisy Dead

by Sue Watson

On a cold November night twenty years ago, in 2005, student Daisy Harrington left the house she shared with her fellow second-year students and went to meet a friend. She didn’t want to share with everyone who she was meeting that evening, but her housemates were busy with their own lives, and she set off alone.

The press hinted that each of those grieving housemates had a reason to kill Daisy, which was true. But only one of them had enough of a reason to actually kill her . . . So who was it, and why did they want Daisy dead?

We know why you wanted Daisy dead – and if you aren’t at her party, everyone else will know too.’

I find people difficult to work with; I don’t have time to micromanage their feelings. I just need to get the job done.

Somebody knows . . . and now I’m really scared. My whole body starts to shake as I realise that, after all these years of hiding, running away – someone knows what I did to Daisy.

Living and working alone with just a white Persian for company may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but to me it’s heaven. Because hell is other people. It isn’t the life I would have chosen for myself. I don’t have friends, as they ask too many questions, and these days just the idea of leaving the house scares me.

Daisy was seeing more than one person when she died, but I never told anyone. Daisy told me not to.

After Georgie told me that, I weaned myself off the underwear stealing and the voyeurism. I also got rid of the jar of spiders I kept to release in their rooms. But even now I can still get aroused when I think of Daisy terrified and screaming, begging me to save her.

And the more he hurts me, the nastier I have to be to make him think I don’t care. Because when you love someone too much, you weaken yourself, and you give them all the power. I’m never doing that.