Indecisive - A JAMAICAN Story

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Standing here thinking about that night I wiped my sharp knife across her throat I smiled as I remember how she looked as if she was gasping for air as blood sprayed from her throat. Her eyes portraying appallingness (describes something that evokes strong feelings of horror).

Her eyes were telling me she didn't saw that coming. Afterall she wouldn't because I took her by surprise. An evil chuckle left my mouth as the memory filled thoughts. What a way to be woken from your sleep, with a knife being drawn across your throat unaware of the danger lurking behind her sleeping eyes.

Thinking about me killing her I wonder when is her funeral. I would show up and shed a few tears.

Definitely would eat the sprat and bread from the after eattings weh woulda gwaan 

Full time now she dead "Seems as if the breaks weh mi cut from r car neva enough fi she dead " I said to myself.

One tough fucking chiney looking bitch 

Well my job isn't done though, Mia needs to be with her mom.

Dead

I need to get rid of her ASAP. I don't even know why I hate her this much but one way or the odda she affi dead.  I tried making the accident point to Mia, to frame her for the crime. It was the perfect plan or so I had thought at the time.

Had I gone too far? Had my envy thirst clouded my judgment and turned me into a monster?

nope I still wanna kill that little skinny bitch 

Leaving behind blood stains and pleading eyes that night of my crime, I knew that the answers to those questions would vary years along my life. But for now, all that mattered was that Mia's perfect life should be shattered, and I was the one who will be swinging the hammer.

because one cyah dead leff one of course that aguh haunt mi kmt 

shoulda me kill fada Chin to but him did a mi gee couln't dweet mi self

Mi waah break her to the point where mi dvn affi harm r , mi want she kill har self . 

Masicka seh him neva write a suicide note but i'll be sure to it that MIA will be writing one soon

Going to her Instagram I realized she posted a video. I watched the video multiple times while sipping the tropical rhythm before watching the others she posted.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, watching the videos over and over again, each repetition fueling the fire of rage burning inside me. With each sip of the tropical rhythm, the bitterness in my mouth matched the bitterness in my soul.

 Then, it happened. The final video played, and something inside me snapped. A burst of anger surged through my body, coursing through my veins like wildfire. Without thinking, I flung the glass bottle towards the dresser mirror, the shattering sound echoing in the silence of the room.

"Fucking bitch , aguh slit yuh throat just like how mi slit yuh mada own!" I shouted at Mia's  video . 

I need to kill her but when ?

I stood to my feet as I surveyed the damage, a sense of calm washed over me, replacing the storm of anger that had consumed me moments before. In its place was a cold determination, a resolve to do what needed to be done.

Get her killed

I need a plan to get Mia in her casket fast 

Going back to her social media profile, I watched as she flaunted her perfect life for the world to see, oblivious to the envy burning like acid in my veins. Beneath the facade of perfection, I knew there had to be cracks. No one was truly invincible, not even Mia and once I find the slightest hint of vulnerability it would be those that I would exploit to bring her down.