You looked so sad, walking in the park alone. I leaned against the tree watching, your head hung low. I watched the tears slip down your cheeks. Shoulders slumped, your bottom lip trembling. For someone who said they would never cry, you’re certainly crying now. It made a smile slip across my lips. It gave me a little peace, watching the sorrow fill your face. You did this any way. You’re the only reason, you’re so alone. It wasn’t my fault. If you have gotten your act straight, this wouldn’t have happened.
I came out from behind the tree, and I followed you. My hands in my hoodie pocket, stained red. My hair had fell over my shoulders, I can smell the despair dripping from every pore. Your sorrow, fills my heart and makes me smile. Your pain, makes me feel, a bit more alive.
I kept up behind you, and you still didn’t see me. You didn’t realize I was there. You refused to turn around, and look behind you. Even if, you feel me there. You feel my stare, and you just buckle against the cool winter breeze. I lift my chin, the anger rolled in my stomach as I watch you ignore me. It wasn’t fair…
I’d make your life, a living hell, for all its worth.
You, and all the women you f****d.
All the women you cheated on me with. I will make you, feel my sorrow, my pain, I will show you, real, true fear. A fear, you’d never felt before.
His phone buzzed, and he picked it out of his pocket. He answered.
“Hey Dawn, I’m just walking through the park. I’ll be there in a bit.” I cringed at that name, my friend…my former best friend; even after the events that had happened…she dared. She dared…
I reached to touch him, but he moved too fast. I followed, watching him roam. He went back to our apartment. He went back to our place…the place I had called home for four years. Four years of abuse, four years of tears, of pain…lies, decite. And still, you refuse to look at me. You refuse to turn around and SEE ME.
I clenched my fists, I watched you take her hands, hold them and you kissed her. I guess, what I did meant nothing? Everything I have done, was in vain? Playing the good little housewife while you were out banging her? My former best friend…
You didn’t come.
She didn’t come.
But you both, seemed happy that I’m not in the picture anymore. You especially; a cool hand touched my shoulder, and I reached up, touching the boned fingers. It was silent, but the remorse within his touch made my heart melt. I felt sick with admiration. I felt sick, with guilt for what I had done, and what I was going to do. But his cold touch, made my heart, just a bit darker.
“Are you sure, you wish to do this?” I didn’t look at him, I looked at the betrayer…the one, who had caused me to do what I have done.
“Your death, will not be in vain my dear. I won’t allow it.” they disappeared into the apartment. My wrath, will be felt. He, won’t ever be alone.