JEALOUSY

"You!" She said muttering her last words. A cold shiver
traveled through my bowels as now I felt bereft. Twa's as though I had
been possessed of a demon who had fled after her death.

I looked down and saw my best friend in a pool of her own blood, one
that my hands had shed. With my eyes traveling from body to hands,
tears rolled down my cheeks knowing that the done deed can't be
undone.

I am now a murderer. One who murdered a sister, a
confidant, helper and companion. the only person who ever extended a
hand of friendship all to satisfy jealousy's urge.
I had never imagined my bully would get to that extent but to
unconscious subjugation I fell victim.

She was the most beautiful girl in our class, brilliant and popular,
she was the opposite gender's favorite. I was just an ordinary girl
and even now I wonder why she chose to serve me a dish of friendship.
I tried adapting to the usual attention however, with time's passing
It got to its peak that I could no longer contain the revered scorn
our association wielded as fruit.

For a while I kept a distance but she always came with the
question "why have you been avoiding me?" Blinded by jealousy, I
stopped thinking straight. I willed that the tables would turn and my
foot her shoes would fit.

But I ended up killing my friend and now I'm left with no choice than
to follow suit. I can't go on with life harboring and having to deal
with the murderer's guilt. More so, Life will be harder than it was
with no one to lend a helping hand.

Just now it dawns on me that I have lost my friend, life's precious
gift to me. to what gain? I lost my life.