08th October, 2015. 9:23pm
This is a response to Daily Prompt’s Wicked Witch:
Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.
The premise is a woman who was put in jail for hurting someone, written in the woman’s perspective. I played with the idea of someone with no remorse. One may call her a sociopath, but on the inside, she was damaged, pushed to her limits, and she lashed out. Lose control.
I really don’t want to do it. I thought I could control my anger. I thought I was strong enough. But I wasn’t.
It could’ve been prevented, you know. If he only fulfilled his promise it wouldn’t have happened. But he didn’t. So I did it. And I know I should be filled with regret right now, but I’m not. Not even a little. She deserved it. They deserved it. Every bit of it.
Of course, I did it out of revenge. They hurt me, so of course I would fight back. They’ve been treating me like shit for years. I’ve had enough, I gotta do something.
Cut the crap! Don’t tell me about that I-should’ve-understood-him bullshit because he never understood me in the first place. He never considered my feelings! Why should I give a fuck about what he will feel?
Wait. You know, that’s actually one reason why I did it. Before I slashed her face and hit her in the chest, I saw the look in his eyes. I thought he would choose me, but no. There was no love for me in him. She’s got him wrapped on her fingers, so I did what I had to do. He may have given me life but he doesn’t have the right to fuck my life!
No, you know what, you’re right. I do regret something. I regret that I wasn’t able to do more damage. But I’m not giving up. I will destroy them. I don’t care if I die in the process, so long as I take them with me.