Call me guilty

                                                               

                                                                       05.18.14

                                                                   

Dialogue:

Me: Mom

Mom: What’s the matter

Me: He hit me. He hit me again

Mom: Oh my god are you ok?

Me: Yes. I’m going to kill him!

Mom: Whoa there don’t you think that’s a little extreme?

Me: No mom I’m going to kill him!

Mom: Listen to me before you do this, get your stuff and come home.

Me: I can’t come home, I have to handle business first.

    Meanwhile I’m standing in front of this mirror. I put on my best dress and pose for the mirror. I take my flat iron and  I do my hair with it, get it nice and flatten for him so he can call me pretty. Consider this as his final test Tony. So we’re hitting dinner and he has the steak and corn and he makes me have the kid’s meal. Little does he know that this is last meal. Then  he goes and tells me that I’m not good enough for him. I’m not pretty enough for him. Oh really Tony? You know what Tony I don’t want to waste your time like you’ve wasting mine. God I wanted to say that but the thought of him bleeding invaded my head. He takes me to his car, he wants to drive me home. Aw how cute; hey less witnesses for me. . He doesn’t know I’m going to kill him! Oh this is funny. We go to his room and he is just laying there which is good, I can imagine shooting him with my gun that’s in my purse. It’s not like anyone is going to miss him.  So I’m just hitting here contemplating is it worth it? Should I take his life. Should I take his life. Hell yeah who is going to miss him?  So I can’t go back now that’s what I began to think to myself. I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do. If you guys knew what I’ve been through with him. All those times I felt that I wasn’t good enough for him. I know I’d get your sympathy but I’m still ain’t sorry. If the cops come they should just lock me up and call me guilty. So I did it, I pulled the trigger. I thought it was going to be hard. But I shot him! Before I pulled the trigger I pointed the gun at him and said “ this is for the blood I shed!” I must say it felt so good watching him bleed! There’s so much blood. I grab my stuff and tried to leave but before I could leave the cops busted in. Well damn it what if I tell them everything that he put me through? All of those times that I felt that I wasn’t good enough. All of the times he’s made me shed blood because of him. However I’m getting arrested? That’s pretty funny forgive me for not smiling, Tony took my smile.