Strange. Now that I'm gone, my stepmother is so...emotional. I never would have thought that someone who had so much dislike towards me would feel so...hysterical.
Then again, half of the money that my husband would give me went to help her. Just goes to show that sometimes, you're really just being used.
She isn't the only person, or better yet thing, that feels like it's changed around here. Nothing is really as tidied up as it used to be. The books are out of order, the ashtrays haven't been cleaned out, and the dressers look extremely dusty. I'm perfectly fine with it being this way, seeing as I'm not the biggest neat freak, but usually everything is so...straightened up.
The maid must really be hassled by my death.
Many of my friends always asked me why I was so close to one of my "ordered workers". It was strange to me too, but she had always clung to me when tragedy struck, and I let her. It happened when her parents kicked her out, when her brother died, even in the late stages of her losing her second job that she had used to help her teenage sister during her-well, let's not get too personal.
But just before my death, she suddenly became distant. No longer clingy or scared, but also not happy or excited about anything.
Just.
Distant.
Now she's sobbing and leaving the room saying how she should've checked the trays like she always did, and how she should've made sure the tea hadn't been--
The tea.
The doctors kept saying that it was the food, but I knew that it was the tea. And...she knew too...
How could she have known that? And why wouldn't she tell anyone?
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Flooding River
Mystery / ThrillerIn the 1800s, River wasn't too ordinary. She was known by many in Great Britain for being the wife of a famous scientist, but her reputation was something she had always worried about. With her friendship came great knowledge and wealth, but sadly...
