Although I didn’t realize it at the moment, I’d just made the single biggest mistake of my life. Or so I thought. It also might become a decision of mine that is superlative.
The secretion was dripping off my oscillating hand, splattering the marble floor in a deep scarlet shade. I lifted my hand and covered my face in shock of the scene. The metallic smell of blood began to fill my nostrils, almost suffocating me. The blood covered parts of my face and I could feel drips of blood slowly fall off of my chin hitting the floor. I buckled to my knees as I recounted the events reiteratively.
Whoever committed this crime has no soul. This person was so cruel hearted as to obliterate them execution style until the man and his paramour were dead. This individual cunningly planned the assassination, knowing that the death of the victims would benefit everyone. Whatever the reason, the killer is me.
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From the moment I first met him, I knew we were destined to be together. This was in junior high when we did everything together. When one of us went out, the other one would follow. Even though we were best friends, I could feel my heart yearning for him. Every time his sparkling hazel eyes stared at mine, my heart raced as fast as the speed of light. There would only be one person that could make me happy, and it would be him. I was not going to capitulate to another girl. He had to be mine.
If I had more time, none of this would have happened. Why did she step into our fantasy and snatch him away with her flawless coiffed hair, perfectly manicured nails, and exorbitant wardrobe. She dragged him away from me before I realized he was gone. It was at that juncture, that I despised her. In the hallways of our tiny community college, I abhorred their shared laughter and how everything between them seemed harmonious. While everyone else viewed a happy couple on a movie screen, I was watching a best friend that betrayed me by stealing my soul mate from me. They would languish for inflicting such misery on me. I was no longer going to be the victim, but I was going to become the criminal that taught them a lesson. *********************************************
My musing stopped, as the door to his house was forced open by a swarm of officers who kicked me into a fetal position on the ground. One by one officers began to run through the house to surround me with guns. My wrists were cuffed by metal icy bands that dug into and irritated my skin. Medical examiners rushed in to view the corpses, while I was forced to my feet. Although they were reading me my rights, I wasn’t listening. I strained my head to see examiners running tests on the newly dead. I saw the lifeless eyes of the deceased staring back at me. As the bodies laid inert, I felt a thorny sting in my heart. They were gone. I could not undo my actions. A smirk crept onto my face, as my head was shoved into the police vehicle. I was now leaving behind what was once the guy I loved and my best friend. My thoughts continued.
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“Don’t you think it’s great?” Delia asked.
“What is?” I asked.
“That Elliot and I are together,” Delia said, eyes gleaming.
“Sure,” I forced through my smiling teeth.
“It’s like we were meant to be together. After all, we are getting married next month,” Delia said with a massive smile on her face.
No, he’s supposed to be mine! You don’t get it!
“Jenie!” Delia yelled.
I lifted my head up to see her in another Carolina Herrera dress that looked like a dress made for an angel rather than a wedding.
“The dress looks good,” I said softly and saw her nod her head once in acknowledgement.
I watched her take a few slow steps, trying not to mark up the dress, and shut the door to the dressing room. She began to start talking to me, but a plan was beginning to form in my head. When they won’t expect it, I will make them pay, and it is guaranteed that they will no longer be together.
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“The defendant is mentally impaired and unfit for trial,” the prosecutor said to the judge.
The courtroom was filled with people tightly packed into the room waiting to hear my fate. Delia and Elliot’s families sat across the courtroom from me in the front row behind the prosecution’s seat. Whenever I peeked over, they would return looks of sorrow, which soon turned into hatred. The silence in the courtroom was so eerie that my breathing could be heard. I heard the judge clear his throat and pause. I fidgeted in my seat and lifted my eyes up to look at the judge.
“The defendant is not fit for trial and will be put under supervision,” the judge stated staring at everyone in the room.
I could not believe it. I didn’t think I was deranged. There was nothing visibly wrong with me. If they only fathom the reasons why I killed them, this incarceration would not be happening to me. They cannot comprehend that I did them a favor by saving others from being betrayed by the two lovers.
My attorney gave me a defeated look as he leaned back in his chair and sighed in exhaustion. I was escorted out of the courtroom in handcuffs by police officers and was rushed by the press at the back of the courthouse to go to my cell at the prison.
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It was only me now. I was now alone in my cell to rot my life away. I could only stare at the cold gray stone walls in front of me as a glimpse of sunshine shined through the tiny window in the cell. I laid down on the metal bed and shut my eyes. I was forced to be in this psychopathic hospital. I would have to go to seminars starting tomorrow. And I would have therapists tell me that there was nothing wrong with me. No matter what would happen, I wouldn’t listen. The only items keeping me company here were my thoughts.
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I checked again to make sure that everything was in place before ringing the doorbell. Because if one thing went wrong, that miniscule mistake would change how this all played out.
I pressed the doorbell and waited.
The door opened and Elliot’s smiling face greeted me. His hair like chocolate glistened as the sun hit it and his eyes danced as he began to speak.
“Hey! Thanks for coming to our new house!” Elliot said as he gave me a hug.
“No problem. This makes up for me not being able to come to your wedding.” I said as I gave a slight smile.
He gestured me inside. I took a look at the layout of the house. I saw the freshly white painted walls, the printed Persian silk carpet, and the interior designer’s layout of the luxury furniture scattered all around the house.
“It’s a shame,” I mumbled.
“Hmm?” he said as his head turned towards me in confusion.
“It’s nothing,” I said with a smile. He would find out soon enough.
I followed Elliot’s footsteps into the parlor where Delia was sitting.
Delia was sitting on the couch waiting for Elliot to take a seat next to her. She was dressed in her Ralph Lauren pantsuit with Louboutin heels.
“So, what’s up?” Elliot asked me, as he put his arm around Dalia’s shoulder.
“What’s it like?” I asked.
“What?” he asked back.
“After all that we’ve been through, you would think that I didn’t deserve this,” I said stated gripping the bottom of the seat of the chair I was sitting on.
“Jenie, what are you talking about?” Delia asked with confusion written all over her face.
“You traitor!” I yelled.
I pulled out my blade and grabbed them both, shoving them in different directions away from the couch. I pushed Delia so forcefully that she slid across the glass coffee table onto the marble floor.
“How dare you betray me like this!” I screamed. “How dare you take him away? Before you showed up, he would have been mine, but you had to fall in love with him!” I shrieked. I narrowed my eyes and raised the knife.
The knife pierced through the tissues of skin on her neck as her scream caught in her throat. The knife broke through layers of cartilage as her neck was loudly disconnecting bit by bit. Blood overflowed onto the floor and on her body as the thick liquid seeped into her clothes.
She twitched on the floor for at least ten seconds, and then abruptly stopped with her eyes staring at the ceiling.
I turned on my heel and saw Elliot sitting against the wall, terror in his eyes.
“Why are you doing this?” Elliot asked almost inaudibly. He stood up, and began to walk towards me.
“You and I were destined to be soul mates. Don’t you get it? We could have been together if only you did not follow Delia’s plan!” I yelled.
“Plan? What are you talking about?” he said still advancing.
“You know what you did. And you have to pay!” I screeched.
I took the pistol from my coat pocket and aimed it at him.
“You can’t do this. I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t shoot me like this.” he said as his voice was trembling. He slowly lifted his hands above his head and his eyes looked into mine one final time. I reached out my arm and tilted down his head so that he was at eye level with me. “Then you didn’t know me as well as you thought,” I said. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath
I shot him five times. BANG BANG to the head. BANG to the neck. BANG to the chest. BANG to the stomach.
“I just did,” I whispered.
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I laughed in my cell and then began to cry as tears were blurring my vision.
Was I truly regretful for killing them? A part of me was, but a part of me was overjoyed that my misery ended. I would never have to see that girl again with my soul mate. Although I was stuck in this mental ward in prison, I know that they will all realize sooner or later that I did them a favor. I’ll always be waiting for that day when I will be released from jail. It will come. I know it will.
