𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓒𝓨

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍

            There was an unforgettable woman, her smile as bright as day and her hair as golden as the sun. She not able to hurt a fly, as they say.  You may think of her as mad, completely gone, after I tell you one of the things that made her so 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.  

         It was a day like any other, the sun glowed, and the water below shined. It was quite a lovely day, the mother of this young woman the village spoke about would stay in on this day, a day as beautiful as this. The mother was the mad one. She would yell, hit, and bark order at the young woman, 𝓶𝓮. I got tired of it, tired! I warned her, I really did. I told her and kept telling her, "Mother, there will be a day our roles will be reversed."  now she lay dead, But I'm not mad. I'm not the crazy one! She's the one who drove me to this. Now they wish for my head on a stick, but they don't ask for my story. They don't ask what the horrid woman did to me! You won't think I'm so mad after how carefully, how discreetly, I executed my plan. I would wait until night fall; she would pass out drunk, little by little I would poison her wines. Not the expensive ones, but the ones she was bound to drink last, and little by little she would get sicker and sicker. That meant she'd become frailer and punier. Finally, the night my brother was out of the town, I attempted this idea; I took a small dagger and hid in my corset before checking on the vile woman that took the life I should have had. Out cold. I sneakily crept up to the woman, her heartbeat angering me further and further. I clutched the blade before stabbing it in the place her cold heart should have been. There was a loud, blood curdling scream. It didn't kill her at first. I drove it deeper, deeper until the pumping stopped and the screaming silenced, the scream didn't last long. I could blame it on a mere nightmare. She didn't put up a fight, all she did was wave her skinny arms in the air; they then lay by her side. I pick up her still body, bringing it to a large table beside large, loose, floorboards. I used the blood covered blade to pick at the floorboards and bring them up, I had already dug the hole for her still body to lay, down in the dirt, with all of the maggots and worms. I picked her back up, avoiding the blood from getting on my gown, I placed her oh so carefully in the hole. I hid the hideous face that angered me heavily with the thick floorboards. I stood up to inspect my work, only leaving a few blood stains. I grabbed a rag and bleach, easily getting the blood stains out of the floor and the spot she once lay sleeping. After I was finished, I heard a light knock on the door. I hid the bloodied blade and rag before opening the door. ''Hello?'' was the first thing I had said. They questioned me about the scream, which I had brushed off as my own dreams. I had told them both my mother and brother were both out of town. They told me they were going to search the area, which I happily agreed. After an hour of them being there I had begun to feel nervous, sickened even...Then it happened. The beating coming from under the floorboards. Ba-dump.... Ba-dump.... My heart began to race, I tried to put it off as my own hastened heartbeats. I was certain, the floorboards. I look at the person who decided to come into my home, they didn't seem to hear it, but it got louder, and louder. I began to become angered, more infuriated. I had only two choices, demand them to leave... or let them join the woman below the floorboards.