I don't know what took me so long to post this story. I guess I was afraid of what people might think. You guys don't know this, but my favorite writer has to be Edgar Allen Poe. He was my inspiration for this story… him and my two best friends. Don't tell them that though.
I Would Do It All Again
It had been too long.
I sat back and watched their relationship grow and progress.
Way too long.
"Simon asked me out!"
It was the straw that broke the camel's back. At that moment I felt a barrage of emotions.
Heartache.
This couldn't be real. I wish I could go to sleep, wake up, and find out it was all a dream.
Resentment.
How could she do this? She knew how I felt about! Or did she? I was never that open to anyone about my feelings. If it's anyone's fault, it's my own. Why didn't I say anything? I should've said something. Anything! What is wrong with me?
Jealousy.
It surrounded me, overwhelmed me, and blinded me as I approached her sleeping figure. It was unfortunate that it had to turn out this way. My knuckles turned white as my grip tightened. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and in one swift motion I covered her face.
She began to wiggle, writhe, and struggle under my hold. I let out a small sob and pressed down harder. Her movements came to a slow stop. We both remained motionless, but for two completely different reasons. I finally released my grasp on the pillow, but did not remove it. I was too afraid that what I thought had just happened, actually happened.
I restrained another sob as realization hit. I let my jealousy control me and look where it ended. I killed my sister.
Why did I let it go this far?
Turning around quickly, I ran back into my room and climbed into my bed. I lay in bed until finally falling asleep. That night I was haunted by nightmares of my sin, until awakened by the horrified shrill of Eleanor.
Guilt.
Why did I feel guilty? Was it because of what I had done, or that I don't regret what I had done? Who knows really? Not Miss Miller, Eleanor, no one knew. I never told anyone what happened, and I didn't intend to. That is, until I found myself confronted by flashing red and blue lights.
"Jeanette Miller?"
"Yes…"
"We would like to ask you some questions."
I confessed everything. The way I told them my story was as if I were proud of what I did.
And I was.
You see, for years she always got her way. I always had to compromise. Not this time. Her death was her compromise. For a while Simon was upset but I got him through it. I got what I wanted.
Haha.
It's kind of amusing. Brittany and Simon? I did them a favor. That wouldn't have lasted.
Which makes me wonder… was it worth it?
The more I think about it… the more I think…
I would do it all again.
Okay, I'm a little nervous about what reviews I'll get. I'm forcing myself to post this. I'm not sure if there is anything worse on the site, but uh… REVIEW!
