BANG.
That gunshot made my head spin, as I realised with a jolt that I knew what was going on.
So the girl had shot herself…Admittedly, I had never really liked Kim from the point I'd met her. Admittedly, I'd wished that Chris had never met her. Admittedly, she made me jealous; her innocent brown eyes, her perfect face, her lilting voice. Alright, so I couldn't stand her. But I hadn't wished death upon her.
Had I?
As she lay dying- in my husband's arms- a mix of emotions watched over me…I pitied her, and yet, in the deepest, darkest corners of my heart, I was glad that she was out of the way. I knew it was a terrible thing to think, and it made my body prickle with guilt.
But, then again- wouldn't you?
She turns up claiming she's married to your husband. She has a child, and is impoverished, and makes you want to feel sorry for her. To top it all off, she's beautiful, and sweet, and charming, and painfully perfect.
Wouldn't you wish she didn't exist?
And I feel guilty because, for some reason, I feel like she can hear what I'm thinking and it makes me feel terrible. I try to block the nasty emotions out of my mind, thinking desperately that any other person would sympathize with her, and so should I. Kim, I know you can't hear me, but…I'm sorry…
I sigh: she's gone.