Writing for and English 12 prompt.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Fair Lady and make no money off this story.

My Fair Lady short story

Eliza Doolittle stood in the entry way of Professor Higgins' study, watching the man who had both helped and ruined her life. The phonograph of their conversation about her first lesson with the Professor played in the background.

How she regretted that day. Had she known how much trouble it'd be to be rich and sophisticated, she would have never come to this blasted place to ask for help. Added to that how much heartache Henry Higgins had put her through and she'd rather have stayed in the streets selling flowers.

When the sound of her own voice, with that horrid accent, became too much for her ears to bear, she switched off the phonograph; inadvertently alerting the Professor that someone was in the room with him. She spared him the small journey of turning around and finding out who she was, by saying the next line of their conversation, even reverting back to her old way of speech.

She shivered in pleasure as he spoke her name but then her pleasure turned into rage as he asked where his slippers were and then proceeded to ignore her. All of her rage at Henry Higgins from the past six months burst from the floodgates and soon she couldn't think straight with all the adrenaline and fury stampeding through her veins.

Before she knew what she was doing, she turned, picking up part of the phonograph as she went, and walked over to the man and hit him on the side of the head repeatedly, grinning madly the whole time.

The sound of his yelling was like sweet music to her ears.

At last, when the adrenaline and fury left her, no longer could she hold onto the heavy piece of the phonograph. As the noise of the machine hitting the floor registered in her mind, and she saw his dead form lying sprawled on the floor, she screamed.

Fortunately, or unfortunately whichever way you look at it, no one was around to hear her scream. Quickly figuring this small detail out, and being the good girl she claimed to be, she decided that justice was due.

Finding a very sharp knife, she slit her wrist. With her blood, she wrote:

"A LIFE FOR A LIFE" beside his body.

She then laid down next to him and slowly bled to death.