This stories a bit different for me; not my normal romantic story, although it has a hint of romance, but not good romance at all, but something completely different so I really hope you like it. This is a one off and it won't have a sequel or anything, its just something for when I had a thought for another story, just adding another bit of my strange imagination into the world of FanFiction so I hope you appreciate it.
Summary:
Adultery led toa murder, a recollection and thoughts. She caught him andstabbed him: she held the knife that killed him: she paid for her crime against him: and now she's recollecting her grief, revelling in her regret. Then she gives herself the true justice for her injustice.
Key:
"…" # Conversation
Italics # present thoughts
Flashback # flashbacks/memories of the past
Justice for Injustice
"Well, yeh. But that's like, totally not me."
Even as I talk on the phone it sounds wrong. Nothings right anymore. I can just remember it all and whenever I do I just want to do it all over again, differently. But I can't, and as I walk down the same street over and over again, passing the same people day by day…it feels strange and just so wrong. Because my life is.
"Ya, but I don't though. Do I?"
I'm 46 now. And my voice has sounded the same for 44 years. Just the same as it did when I was 20 years old, getting married to him. The same when I was 26 years old when it all happened. The same when I was 43 years old when I was released from prison. Just the same as the first time I heard my voice, when I was two years old; speaking my first words to my parents. Why can't I just go back to that life? My mum, my dad and me. A life without so many changes. When everything was so simple and clear; a time when I could get away with my actions, and if I did something that I didn't mean I could say so and everything would be alright.
"You're so off gal."
Laughter. My shrill laughter, filling the bustling streets. But it doesn't sound as if it belongs here, it sounds like I don't fit and the glances I receive seem to reassure me in this nature.
Flashback
A knife hanging in the air
A knife hanging in my hand
Blood dripping
Dripping onto a bloodied body
The knife falls
The thud of it dropping onto the bed is drowned by a scream
The phone falls from my hand as I stumble backwards. It thuds onto the ground and the sound causes me to shake uncontrollably as I stare at the ground with wide, horrified eyes filled with tears. My mind clears. I shake my head and stare at the phone: part of it is shattered broken. Yet the whole thing is not broken. Bending down, I collect the other pieces and the rest, my hands shaking as they hold the sharp edges. But a person bumps into me; my other hand shoots onto the ground, piercing the sharp edge of my phone and I drop everything.
Flashback
I don't understand until I pick up the knife
My hands shake
The knife almost falls again and I reach out to it
It cuts the skin
I fall onto my knees as the memories hit again and again, followed by another and another until my vision blurs and I'm not sure whether I'm here or there; now or then?
Flashback
Hand reaches to the handle
Pushes down
Pushes open
Smile fades as eyes widen and mouth opens
Screams get caught in the throat as my mind clogs up
His cries echo through my ears but they sound distant…faraway
Is he here? Am I here? Is she here?
She's there. In the bed. He's there. In the bed
I'm here. By the door. Watching. Waiting.
He shoves her out of the bed and she falls with a shriek
Clambering up, running out of the room past me
I wait and then turn from the room
I look around at the people around me, my head shakes and I look from face to face but they cloud over. Now his face replaces others and he leers at me as I look around and cries get caught in my throat, the terror pulses, my heart races. I let out a whimper. It catches and sounds like a mere gurgle. His face watches me. Leering. Haunting
Flashback
My footsteps echo
Down the stairs
Down
Stumbling onto ground
Catching myself on the banister
I don't feel the pain
I place my hands out to stop my fall as I lose control. Faces become clear, some ignore me. Others point. A few look in worry for my sanity, but that has gone. It went with him
Flashback
I stumble to the kitchen
Nothing stirs above me in the bedroom
I grab
My hand reaching to it
Clasping the cold metal tightly
Reassuringly
My breath comes out in shallow, hoarse rasps, catching attention and some stop to watch momentarily before they move on. I stay; hands clenched on the ground. Eyes staring at the stone. Tears falling, pooling, causing the grey to shimmer like metal…like metal…
Flashback
Metal I hold in my hand
Staring at the silver
I turn
Face the doorway that is the route to my release
I take the path
No going back
Minds made up
No going back
Wishes. The want to change it all. Why'd it have to end that way? Why…
Flashback
Confusion
It clouds all judgement
Clogs my reasoning like a broken clock
I've done what I've done
Flashback
Feet find stairs
They climb
Follow the path of no return
This is the point of no return
No going back
Mind's made up
Why can't I change it? Why can't it be different?
Flashback
Feet stumble again
I fall onto the stair
Metal drops from my hand thudding onto the soft carpet
I clench a handful in my fist
And I reach for my destiny
Feeling the cold metal
I stand again
My way is decided and I take confidence as I step closer to his fate
I don't want this. Tears drop repeatedly, pooling, shimmering…shimmering like the metal
Flashback
It's cold in my hand
It feels cold like my heart
My heart pounds in my chest as I scream inside my mind. I hold my head in my hands and push on it, trying to release the pain, to escape from the hate…hurt…pain…the cold…
Flashback
I push the door slowly dropping my hands to my side as I stare
He looks up from his own hands
Tears shimmer down his face
Dripping slowly onto the crumpled bed sheets
He can only stare at my face
And he cries out miserably
Desperately
I let out another whimper as I remember his pleading voice, the words trembling with sorrow and self pity and only now do I feel forgiving
Flashback
I couldn't take it
Forgiveness
I couldn't give it to him
My mind raced with fury that began to build
It pounded through my head and I screamed
Running at him
Only then did he spot it
His cries. His pleas. They won't get out of my head. They haunt me.
Flashback
He screamed
I screamed. I ran at him
He pulled back from me. Pushing my hand away from him
But he wasn't strong enough
The knife penetrated his arm
His hand
His chest
His side
His leg
His thigh
His stomach
His chest
The knife penetrated his head…
I let out another whimper and held my face in my hands to catch the tears
Flashback
Life imprisonment
My sentence
They locked me away
Trembling hands reached for my bag and I pulled it slowly to my side, dragging it on the ground. I opened it. Pulled out the metal.
Flashback
His face paled as blood rushed from him
He was silent
He was still whilst I stared down at him
He was limp
He was dead
I stared down at the metal. It looks so different compared to the knife. Yet it still will give me the same release
Flashback
Hearing his screams she ran back
She screamed
I could only sit and stare
I never once turned from him as people rushed in
Police
Paramedics
He was long gone
And as I was pulled from the room
When I left the stare of his cold, dead eyes which had silenced me
I screamed
People screamed around me as I lifted the metal and held it to my head,returning to reality, hearing the screams, hearing the call of my name from my phone. Then I pulled the trigger
Flashback
I held the knife high as I made to penetrate him one last time
He could only scream
The bullet hit my chest
I never felt it. I just saw the blood pooling around me, and then I fell back onto the stone. People screamed and then everything went silent in my mind. But the silence was broken one last time with a scream in my head before I died.
Before I faced the true justice for my injustice
Flashback
Lance screamed my name as the knife dropped down to his head
"KITTY!"
And then the silence reigned
The End
I don't really need to explain that but I'll put it simply: Lance cheated, Kitty caught him and…well…stabbed him. Repeatedly. Then she was remembering it in the future a couple of years after she had been released from prison, and she shot herself. To end the pain.
So that was a bit different from my other stories, and I really hope you review it becauseI like it. What do you think? .x.Thrills.x.