Jealousy

Description: Set before the 'Piano Duet' Scene. Emily thinks over some feelings she has concerning herself and Victoria. Description sucks, I know, but please read!


I was once beautiful… I could remember that. I was just like any other girl in the town, so normal, so innocent… Oh but so very naive…

Looking at myself in my murky, cracked mirror, I raised my skeletal hand and gently brought it to my heart. There was no beat, and consequently, no hope for happiness.

I gazed at my reflection, my dead eyes looking sadly across my decaying skin and tangled, lifeless hair. My skin and hair were now shades of deep blue, not at all like the pale, soft skin and dark hair that other woman had…

I turned around in disgust, one of my hands accidentally landing in the flame of one of the candles sitting on the side table. Unfazed, I carelessly whacked my burning hand against my aged, gossamer gown, extinguishing the flame. I had felt no pain… no sign of tangible life within me…

My head hung low with shame, I walked over to the piano and flopped down upon the plush stool.

In need of some realise, I set my hands upon the faded ivory keys, letting my fingers create a dance that would let sweet music wash over me once more. I smiled sadly as music soared from the head of the piano. The seraphic sound of music had always made me feel better. It normally gave me a sense of superiority, triumph over many others, knowing that I alone would be able to sit at the piano all day, never had to go back to normal day-to-day life like everyone else.

Oh but such a thing couldn't cheer me up now. Not when for the first time since my passing, I had felt an emotion that brought both anger and sadness to my lost life…

It was jealously.

I couldn't believe that Victor had deceived me like this… To run away and see that… that… other woman! It made me sick to see him smiling at her so tenderly, eyes so full of love… but then he saw me watching them and his kind eyes lost all that nice warmth…

Anger flared through me at once. He was supposed to look at me tenderly! Not that dainty little thing he was sitting with… We were married were we not?

Letting out a huff of anger, I collapsed forward onto the piano and let out some angry tears. Why? Why me? Why do I constantly grasp happiness and only have it suddenly ripped away from me?

I felt something then, something like an epiphany, something that sent a cold dagger slicing through my already still heart.

Life wasn't fair… Victor wasn't going to love me… Not now, possibly not ever. Not when my place in his heart was already taken by another woman…


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