The Regret

I had a friend named Sara. Sara's hair would always get caught in a gust of wind, her perfectly shiny hair would go in different directions. The steaming hot sun would hit her pale delicate skin whenever she would go outside. Sara was a 21 year old girl who came from the country. Her days would consist of sitting for hours in a old rusty uncomfortable chair and checking out books for people which in most cases would be the elderly. She was what you would call an innocent and foolish girl.
On March, 1923, I had changed my whole look. Sara and I were good friends but of course her parents disapproved of me after my transformation. Sara's parents thought of me as rebellious and wild. I wore short little black dresses with beaded strings hanging at the end. I also bobbed my hair and would dye it black. People would classify those young women as "Flappers."
Sara was full of wild dreams and inclined to rebel against her elders. Sara always wanted to go visit this particular city. Since automobiles were the big thing and everyone was buying one, we decided to buy a car of our own. It was so clean that you could see our reflections through the car. After buying one of the newest models we decided to go to the city that never sleeps.
When we arrived, Sara's eyes glowed like never before. Her eyes were shining stars. The city was filled with Jazz musicians. She was amazed at what she had seen. After two months living in New York City, Sara started dressing like me. She wore a short black dress, cutted her hair, and dyed her hair black. She also added a white headband to her hair to give it a more finished look. Sara knew her parents wouldn't approve about her new look but she didn't care.
One night we decided to go out to a speakeasy that was named Cotton club. Cotton Club was one of the biggest speakeasies ever. The main stage was full with talented young dancers. Also, the round tables were covered with white cloth and placed in the corners of the room. The buildings signs which had flashing lights attracted many well known and prestige people. At first Sara had no idea what a speakeasy was. So I had to explain to her that ever since the 18th amendment passed, people had to go to secret rooms where bootleggers sneaked in alcohol.
After I introduced her to this new life we'd go drink and have fun every day. Sara had a smile that would brighten up the whole room. She never tried to impress anyone. Not until I introduced her to a guy I really liked. Jim was tall, handsome and strong. I had never liked anyone as much as I liked him. He was one of a kind. I noticed that Sara would start wearing T-bar shoes when he was around. She laughed at his jokes before I could and she would also flirt with him whenever she could. I was appalled. Why would my friend betray me like this. Why would she try to take him away from me.
So like every other day, we went to Cotton club. We were having the time of our lives. We were dancing to Jazz and drinking all night. Sara had drank too much this time. She couldn't walk straight and she had drool coming out of her mouth. I grabbed my purse and I carried her outside. I looked up and all I saw was the beautiful shining stars covering the dark sky. I told myself, "This is my chance." I decided that she needed to pay for what she did. I was so mad at her. She ruined everything. Ever since we came to New York, she has tried to be like me. Sara tried taking the guy I liked away from me and I will never forgive her.
I decided to take her with one of my guy friends that owned a secret bar. The bar wasn't well known as Cotton Club so it was perfect. He was someone who I had just met when we first came to the city. So I didn't know him that well. I wasn't sure if he was going to be able to do what I wanted him to do.
Sara didn't know what was going on which made everything so easy for me. I couldn't carry her so I dragged her thin little body to the car which I had parked right in front of the club. I was shocked that everything was going according to plan. I was afraid of getting seen but I didn't worry that much since everyone was too busy smoking or getting drunk.
After a few months of being here I knew how to get myself around the city. So I drove for 20 minutes and took her to this creepy looking store that was on the end of the one way street. I carried her and went to the store and opened the door. This odd looking guy came out and was dazed. I looked a little bit closer and I realized that, that was my friend Chas. He was drunk or high on something. But I didn't care.

"Here, a gift for you." I said.

"What's this?" He asked in curiosity.

"Do whatever you want with her." I said.

Chas then called his friends and told them they were going to have so much fun tonight. They opened another door that led to the speakeasy. Sara was still unconscious even with the loud music playing in the background. I thought she was dead for a moment. Then, Chas laid Sara down on to the brown leather couch and started ripping her beaded black dress off. He turned her over and started laughing. The rest of the guys were anxious waiting for their turn. Sara started to gain consciousness and started to cry. I could hear her pain and I started to regret what I had done. I got up as fast as I could and ran outside. I couldn't believe what I had done.