Could you hate someone so much that you wished them dead?
Could you hate someone so much that you would kill them yourself?
She hated her! Oh! How she hated her! She was the only one who knew what she was behind the mask she wore in public. The ever-smiling facade. The ‘alls-great-with me’ look. She could fool the entire world but not her.
Everyone saw her as the perfect, content, happy and lucky woman who had it all. A great husband, a wonderful house, a flourishing business, holidays abroad and so many friends.
But no one except her knew what the real story was.
The truth was she was trapped in a loveless marriage where the only thing in abundance was money. Where the heart of her husband was as cold as the rocks that adorned her. Where after 10 years of marriage no children graced the house. The only ‘friends’ she had were her ‘fair-weather friends.’
She hated how she was, how she had let her life become. No spine, no self-respect, no confidence, no self-esteem. Clinging to a dead marriage because she was too scared to walk away. Mingling with pretentious friends because she was too scared to be alone.
I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
These were the last words to her reflection in the mirror before she put the gun to her mouth.
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.
My theme for the same is Navras – The Nine Emotions of Life. I will be writing Fiction for this theme.
This story is written for Karuna, which means Sorrow or Compassion.