Stars in the ceiling
There are 1,272,382 stars in the sky. I know. I counted.
I see them when I lie in bed. The nurse says it's just the cracks in the ceiling- but I don't believe it. They shine so bright, how can they be so insignificant? Like me?
My name is Miss Gautry. That's right, I never married. It's not that I was ugly as I am now, but that they just didn't like me. My only friend I had left was my shadow.
But don't think I was the victim. I know the difference. I was terrible, quenching love and trust every step I took. Mrs. Gentre will never let me forget that.
She never married him, as in love as they thought they were. In fact, she married the other. A younger man than she, but with a trusting and loyal soul. I had never hurt him.
She wasn't the only one- oh no. Mrs. Gonzales hates me, Senor Gorgois won't even look in my direction, and Ms. Hade glares at my very memory. How do I know? I watched them. Called them. Wrote to them, photographed them, did anything to learn how they got their happiness! But it was not to be.
I know now that I will always be alone. I haven't much longer anyways, before I die- and no one will miss me.
Who knows? Maybe eternal hell isn't as terrible as they say.
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A/N:
Bla. That sucked.