I am 100% guilty of murdering my brother. I've never liked him. He always followed me around and always got into my stuff. But that's not why I killed him. The moment I took his life, is never felt more alive. I would do it again to anyone. I'm guilty and going to jail with a smile on my face. I've never been happier than to go to his funeral. He deserved everything he got. Boy did I love hearing him scream and beg me not to kill him. Ashton had always been the favourite. He was always in the spot light, the golden child. Nothing I did was ever good enough. My parents never took notice of their firstborn and only daughter. So I killed their pride and joy. Their perfect son who had everything. Now I am happier.
I feel no remorse and I'd kill again.
Heartbreak is an emotional state that can leave us feeling shattered, hopeless and disconnected from the world around us. It's a profound pain that can't be healed overnight, and it may take time to overcome. This feeling can manifest in different ways, such as a sinking feeling in the stomach, a heavy heart, or a sense of emptiness. It can make us feel vulnerable, lost, and alone, and it's not something that we would ever wish upon ourselves or others. Even though we try our best to avoid it, heartbreak can find us, and when it does, it can be difficult to navigate through the turmoil of emotions that come with it.
As I sit nervously across from my boyfriend of five long years, I can't help but notice that the once familiar look in his eyes has now become distant and cold. His pupils are dilated, and his gaze is fixed on the floor. I can sense that something is not right, and my mind is racing to find an explanation for the sudden shift in his demeanor. He seems to be avoiding my gaze, and his fingers are fidgeting nervously, which only intensifies my anxiety. I can feel the tension in the air as we sit there in silence, and my heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears. I try to speak, but my words catch in my throat, and I'm left wondering what has caused this sudden change in the person I thought I knew so well.
As I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves, I can feel my heart rate quickening. A sense of unease starts to wash over me, and I can't shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen. With each step I take, I can feel the ice cracking beneath my feet, and I'm afraid that at any moment, I'll fall through and be swallowed up by the freezing water below. Despite my best efforts to stay positive, my mind is flooded with negative thoughts and worst-case scenarios. It's like I'm trapped in a nightmare that I can't wake up from, and I'm not sure how to escape.
And then it hits me like a ton of bricks - he's breaking up with me. The realization is like a punch to the gut and I feel my world crumbling around me. All of the plans, dreams, and hopes we had together are disappearing before my eyes. I try to hold back the tears as I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. The ending was never meant to be like this. We had made promises to each other, to be together through thick and thin, for all eternity. The sparkling diamond on my finger was a testament to his love for me, a symbol of commitment and devotion. He was the one who had taken the initiative to propose, and we had dreamed of a future where we would grow old together. But now, he's leaving. Walking away from everything that we had built together, leaving me alone with nothing but memories and a broken heart.
After a long moment of silence, I gather my courage and take a deep breath before finally asking him the question that's been weighing heavily on my mind. "So this is it, isn't it?" I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He remains silent, his face unreadable as he stares straight ahead, offering no indication of what he might be thinking or feeling. The tension in the air is palpable, and my heart is pounding in my chest as I wait for his response, unsure of what he might say or do next. the slight tilt of jos head says exactly what I never thought would ever be said.
As he uttered those four simple words, "It is over Annabelle," my world was shattered. It had been five long years since he had given any indication that he would leave, but in that moment, my carefully constructed walls came crashing down, brick by brick. I tried my best to hold back the pain, but it was too much for me to bear. A silent scream erupted from my throat, and I could feel the muffled sobs wracking my chest. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, like beads of water cascading down a windowpane.
Her footsteps echo down the dimly lit hallway as she slowly approaches the imposing black door. With each step, her heart beats faster and faster, a sense of apprehension creeping over her. She takes a deep breath and reaches for the doorknob, her hand trembling slightly. It's not the first time she's been here, but the feeling of unease never lessens. She mutters to herself, trying to steady her breath, as she bends down to pick up a bouquet of twelve dead roses lying at the foot of the steps. She counts them carefully, knowing that each day one less flower will be there. It's a countdown that terrifies her, making her more and more anxious with every passing day. She wonders what will happen when the last rose dies. Will it be the end of something? She doesn't know, but she clings onto the bouquet tightly, feeling a sense of dread wash over her as she unlocks her front door.
The ticking of the clock on the wall seems to be getting louder with every passing second. It's hard to believe that just five minutes is all that's left for me to cling on to this life. I can feel the sweat beads rolling down my forehead, and my clothes are sticking to my skin like glue. My hair feels damp and heavy, clinging to my face in a tangled mess. The man in front of me, with a Cheshire Cat smile, seems to be enjoying this moment of power, relishing in the fact that he has the power to decide my fate. His sharp gaze is fixed on me, and I can feel his impatience growing with every passing moment. He is waiting for me to give him a reason, any reason, to spare my life. My heart is pounding so fast that I fear it might burst out of my chest any moment. I know that I need to come up with something, anything, that can convince him to spare me. But my mind is blank, and I can't think of anything that will be good enough to save my life.
“Speak up, girl. Tell me. I want to know why. Why should I let you live?” As the man speaks, I can sense a palpable aura of anger emanating from him with every word he utters. “You’ve been begging me to not kill you, so tell me why I shouldn’t”
“I don’t know.”I summon all my strength and manage to let out a feeble whisper. The man standing in front of me, with his piercing blue eyes, takes a step back and lets out a hearty laugh that reverberates through the room.
“Silly girl.” He puts the gun back against my forehead. I try to get away but like last time it doesnt work. The rope around my wrists are too tight.
Through my tears, I raise my voice and scream, "I am left with nothing! There's no one waiting for me back there. No family, no friends, nothing to go back to!" The weight of my solitude feels crushing as I realize there's no one to turn to and nowhere to call home. But if you have any human decency you’d consider letting me live so I could try to make a better life for myself.“
“Such a pity really. You’re very pretty. But I can’t let you go.” A smile falls upon the face of my killer. “As much as you would say you won’t tell, you will.”
“Of bloody course I’d run straight to the police. What purpose would lying to you make? You’ve made your decision to kill me. You just love the game of making me seem even more pathetic than I already am!” As I take deep breaths, I can feel the fear slowly creeping through my body, making me more and more anxious. My heart beats faster and my palms start to sweat. Every breath feels like a struggle, as if I am gasping for air. The weight of uncertainty and dread is overwhelming, and I can't seem to shake it off. “I might be young but I’m not stupid. I know how this goes. You make me beg because your trying to compensate for your small penis and your impotence. So go ahead. Kill me already. At least you’ll put me out of my misery.”
“Times up girl.”
