Every time she looked at them she felt sick. She loved him once, with all her heart. But slowly, over the years he failed her. She became bitter. Was it worth it? In her heart, she knew that it wasn't. But, she wanted revenge for how much he made her suffer.
I loved you, John Bates, but you never really loved me. I loved you once. I loved you more than you knew and certainly more then you love me.
An unknown feeling washed over her. Regret. Sorrow. She wasted her life away, throwing herself at other men just to get back at him. a tear traced its way down her face.
Why does it have to be like this? If you had only loved me, maybe even a little bit, we could have been happy.
Slowly, the tears became sobs, and the sobs became screams. How pitiful, she smiled ruefully. To be dead for a small bit of revenge. Her smile became cold.
I have nothing left to live for anyways.
Oh! If only he could see her now, the high and mighty Vera Bates, reduced to sobbing and screaming like a madwoman at their kitchen table.
If this were a few years ago, before the silver, she may have had a chance to win him back. But, alas! Prison had made him bitter and Anna had made him shortsighted.
Anna! She thought angrily. She was the reason why Vera was reduced to this. Though she knew it wasn't true...it was better than blaming herself, wasn't it?
What did I do to deserve this? She thinks angrily.
her anger subsides though as she glares down at the pastry. To eat or not to eat, that is the question.
She stifled a dervish snort, though most of the people on the street were probably scared away by her earlier screaming.
she twists her wedding band, stifling MORE tears. Tsk Tsk tsk Vera, do you want to die with puffy eyes, she silently scolds herself. She could always,you know, not do it. But she has to.
make him happy, Anna.
the next day Vera Bates was found dead.