The truth comes out. . .
Everything was a blur. Carla sat there on the sofa with her legs pulled up tightly to her chest. Tears streamed down her face, smudging what had been perfectly done make-up. "Why?" she thought to herself "why?"
She was quiet; everywhere was quiet, with just a faint sound of Florence + the machine playing in the background. She swayed back and forth slowly drifting into a trance.
'BANG, BANG, BANG!' 'CARLA IT'S ME!' Michelle screamed through the letter box hoping Carla hadn't done anything stupid. After a long delay and a moment of no response, Michelle started to become impatient but eventually Carla hauled herself off the sofa leaving a trail of tissues as she dithered over to the door.
Before Carla even had a chance to draw breathe Michelle had burst through the door and instantly started clearing away many of the empty wine bottles that were perched on the coffee table. Once Michelle had finished faffing around and Carla had returned from a state of shock they both sat down on the sofa, and Michelle got Carla to open up.
"Why are you talking to me?" she whimpered. All the time Carla had been left alone she had been convincing herself that she was cursed and she hurt anybody that came near her. "Look. I put up with you any other time don't I?" Michelle couldn't hold a grudge against her bestie no matter how hard she tried. As they sat there and Carla snuggled up to her bestie, the person who had never deserted her, she finally started to open up about her feelings and thoughts.
"Everyone hates me. I ruin everything. What have I done 'chelle?" Carla hated herself. Everything that had happened with frank and the trial, Leanne and the baby, yet she had still only thought of herself. She said "I have ruined peer's life, my life, even yours Michelle." But Michelle stopped her in her path. "Remember peter was the one that chose to be with you. He could have said no" and deep down Carla knew her bestie was right.
"But this has jeopardised the whole trial." She knew she had lost. Frank would be walking away scratch free. Not even with so much as a paper cut. There was no way she would gain justice, not now this was out in the open.
"I'm surprised you don't hate me as well!" she said with such shame in her voice. Everything was so confusing, like a jigsaw only she couldn't put the pieces together.
Michelle sighed. Everything is bound to be confusing. You have been to hell and back but I wish you would have spoken out. To me this is just your 'cry for help' . . .
