You Shouldn't Have Done That

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Deadly Sin: Wrath

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Submitted: March 23, 2016

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I have always been able to hold the anger inside until the last possible second. When no one was in sight, I would just let it all out on what was on hand. It could be anything really. Never a human being. That is until I finally just snapped. I really can’t remember what happened. It is all just a blur of images of blood, rage, and hatred.  The feeling of remorse and guilt filled me as I saw what I presumed I had done. The body was mangled. The face was unrecognizable. I fell to my knees and could not hold back the sickness in my stomach. The emptying of my stomach didn't lessen my guilt. It just makes it so much stronger. He would no longer be able to consume food or anything. I have taken the most precious thing from him. Not gold, jewels, or riches. I have taken his life. For you to understand I have to go back to where this all began.

 

According to those rich, upper class snobs, I’m a street rat and beggar girl asking for trouble. It’s not my fault that I have more curves than those tight-dress ninnies.  It was just sickening of how the old rich men would just start salivating when they saw me. I almost puked up whatever I was able to beg or dig through the trash for. There was that one guy that would go a little too far. The guy that I murdered. He is—will always be-- around my age, maybe a few years older. He had this prideful and predatory way he would look at me or the other girls.  He had green grass eyes that had girlish eye lashes. His hair was the color of the almonds. His hair seemed to fit perfectly on his oval-shaped face. He was very lanky but filled out because of his muscle tone. I would have liked him if he hadn’t been such a jerk, a pervert, and a sexist. Whenever possible he would try to grab at me or corner me. Usually I would be able to get away, slap his hand away, or kick him in groin. Each time he would make an attempt at me I would get more and more angry.

The anger would slowly build up, and then evaporate after I took it out on something. It was the last time that he messed with me; I actually took it out on him. A living, breathing human being. I remember the beginning of it all. The rest I can only imagine and really would not want to.

It was the middle of the night and I was stupid to be walking alone. I had walked this way a million times and never seen him or anyone on my way. I didn’t expect him. He didn’t expect me. He gave me a wolfish grin. Then like a wolf he practically pounced towards me. I tried to run even though I knew that I was exhausted from all the walking that I had did that day. He took my arms and held them tight with a death grip. I looked at him and saw his intent instantly. I felt a tear roll down and felt like it was my all fault. Then it struck me! It wasn’t my fault at all. I felt angry at first and then it built up into a roaring rage. It was like I was being controlled by a beast. All I remember before blacking out is ripping my arms out of his and breaking his. As I came back to reality I remember slamming a rock into his once-beautiful face.  

Once back to reality, all my super-human strength disappeared in what seemed like a blink of an eye. I dropped the blood covered rock on to the ground and I heard a thud. Now that you’ve been filled in to what I’ve done. I’m sure you can only imagine the horror I felt as I saw what I had done and remember. I never imagined that I could have been filled with so much rage. I ran to the nearest possible fountain and try to wash the blood off. It wouldn’t come off! It Wouldn’t Come Off! IT WOULDN’T COME OFF! I just keep scrubbing my hands trying to get the blood off. Why won’t it come off! Why Won’t It Come Off! WHY WON’T IT COME OFF! I keep scrubbing, scrubbing, and scrubbing. I feel myself scream in a panic. It is like I’m not in my body anymore. Come off, please come off! Come Off, Please Come Off! COME OFF, PLEASE COME OFF! As I come to again I can see people around me and whispering.

 

Is she ok?

Why is she rubbing her hands like that?

Maybe we should get the Eadgar?

Did you see how the body was destroyed?

Do you think she did it?

That tiny little thing?

 Ha, I doubt it!

What if she did do it?

 

I feel so tired, so, I close my eyes. I hate all the noise around me, so, I put my hands on my ears. This can’t be happening. This Can’t Be Happening! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! I can already hear the jail cell slamming on me. I can already hear them calling me names. Teresa the Scorned. Teresa the Wrathful. Teresa: The Girl filled with Rage. Maybe it’s all in my head.

I feel them putting something on my neck. I don’t remember my trial. This just feels like a horrible nightmare. The beast comes back screaming out for one last plea. The plea for my life.

Why me! Why Me! WHY ME!

 I didn’t mean to hurt him! I Didn’t Mean To Hurt Him! I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT HIM!

It was his fault, not mine! It Was His Fault, Not Mine! IT WAS HIS FAULT, NOT MINE!

I hear the peoples’ boos and screams. Kill her already! Kill the murderer! Get it done already, Hanging Man! I make one last struggle trying to reach for the noose and take it off of my neck. Kill her already! Kill the murderer! Get it done already, Hanging Man! The beast inside is screaming for life. I feel the stool being kicked from under my feet and the noose getting tighter. Kill her already! Kill the murderer! Get it done already, Hanging Man! I’m trying to hang on for life. The beast is too! I feel my life and beast is leaving me.

All this fighting for this ending! It didn’t feel worth it. All the struggling seemed like a waste of time. I didn’t want to succumb but I knew the end was here. I took my final breath and gave a final prayer hoping someone, anyone would hear me.


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