Miss Havisham

I gasped, hand held to my mouth as Orlick told me the news of Estella's death. He seemed to relish every word that came out of his filthy mouth. Estella had been my successor if I died. There was now no one to take over. She had been my pride and joy, I had taught her all I knew about life. And men. I had showed her that men were nothing but cruel, useless, animals. She was the only one I had known kindness to. And now she was gone. Horror overwhelmed me, quickly followed by anger. No one could do this to my Estella and go without punishment. No one. I resolved to follow Estella into the afterlife to regain her honor. Sort of. Orlick was still talking. First, he had to be taken care of.

"Come with me," I said.

"Umm… okay?"

Going into my room, I went to the corner cabinet.

"Ma'am?" he questioned, confused.

I withdrew from the cabinet, holding a gun.

"Whoa," he said, backing away, "I think I'll just go now…"

"You'll stay where you are," I said, shooting him in the head. "Hmm, that was rather easy," I shot myself. I'm coming, dear Estella…