The Breakdown

Life was good. At Least I thought it was. Carol and I had just had our second year aniversary. Two years, that was a great time for me. Carol, what a wonderful woman, she had the prettiest eyes and she was always smiling. Her skin was the softest I had ever touched. Man, I would give to turn back the time to have her back here with me.

Oh, your asking me what happened. Well, I was ironing a shirt. I was about to ask her the big question that night, so I wanted to look good.

Carol walked in the door with a bag of groceries. She looked hot in her business suit. Her breasts in that lace shirt under her jacket was just so sexy. I liked it but then I thought about who else saw her like that, her male co-workers? So, I said, "You look good. Are you going out with me like that?" Innocent comment right?

No Carol came home in a bitchy mood. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

I tried to give her an innocent look. "It means nothin'."

"Like hell it does. I know how you think, you think this is too provocative." She was right. she did know that was what I was thinking we had many fights in the past about it. Then she said "I am sick and tired of your attitude. We're through!" She stomped off not even setting the groceries down. I could hear her throw the grocery bag down on the floor.

I stood there with the hot iron in my hand. We lived in a one bedroom apartment and the walls were paper thin. I heard Carol get on her cell phone. She was talking to someone, I set the iron down. I walked over to the open bedroom door. "Dave come and get me. Yes, I told...no I will get my things."

I heard her. She was cheating on me! That damn bitch did not love me. She looked up at me, "What are you looking at."

I stop thinking. The shock of what was happening made me still. I was not loved by this woman. She was leaving me for some man. I turned and walked back to the iron. Carol must have got up off of the bed because she followed me out there. "I tried to tell you..."

I did not hear her. I picked up, don't interrupt me I am about to finish. That iron was still hot when I slammed it into her head. I smelled her flesh burn. She was still standing, she now looked shocked. I hit her again. This time she fell to the ground. Man, hitting her felt good.

Blood pooled around her head. I still had the iron in my hand, but I did not hit her again. I did not have to. Her eyes were empty. The life she had, I could tell, was gone.

Now, you know the whole story. I killed her. I admit it. But, I am the victim here. I am the one trussed up in a straight jacket, talking to a bird.
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A knock on the door interrupted the confession.
"Gabrielle," The nurse says, "It is time to take your medicine. This will quiet you down, you have been shouting for a couple of hours. The doctor will be speaking to you shortly."
Gabrielle looked at the nurse. She closed her eyes refusing to take her pills.