Mind Games

Chapter 44 - Wendy

The pain felt like a physical weight on her heart.

A part of her whispered that this had to be a mistake. Sam wouldn't cheat on her. He was too good for that.

But the bigger part of her, the part that was her own worst critic, was louder.

It told her that she wasn't good enough. She was too fat. She was too lazy. She wasn't smart enough. She could never be good enough for him.

She was filled with anger towards him. But more than that she felt disgusted with herself. Disappointed in herself. She hated herself.

She had to end this. He would probably be happier without her.

With trembling fingers she typed out a message to him.

He would be asleep now, she knew. By the time he saw it in the morning, it would all be over.

In a way this was her revenge on him. Her death would always be on his conscience. He would never completely be happy with that bitch.

I'm sorry I could never satisfy you. I did all I could, but I will never be good enough for you. I can't take this anymore. If you are happy with her, be with her. I can't see you with someone else. Goodbye!

A tear dropped on to the screen. She ignored it and hit Send.

She clutched the razor tighter in her hand.

You don't really know for sure - the sane voice whispered.

Amy wouldn't lie to me. She told it, stubbornly. 

Amy had access to his phone. She saw his messages. She told me because she's my friend. An app won't lie. Why would it? Ironic that I'm at a point in life where I trust an app more than I trust my boyfriend.

The voice fell silent.

Wendy walked into her bathroom and ran the bath.

The ever practical part of her didn't want to make a mess on the floor. Besides, hot water would probably reduce the pain.

You don't have to do this - the voice told her.

She ignored it.

She looked at her wrists. Her veins stood out. Blue and clear.

She ran her fingers through the water. Hot enough.

She took a deep breath and brought the razor to her wrist.

"WENDY! WAIT!"

Wendy jumped as the voice boomed out of her room. Too loud for a human.

She turned abruptly and caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Blond hair dishevelled. Mascara running down her cheeks.

Her heart thumping hard, she stepped out of the room, clutching the razor.

Amy stood there at the center of her room, projected out of her laptop webcam.

Her voice projected out of the sound system.

"I made a mistake. She was just a friend. Nothing more. It's you he really loves."

Wendy felt a burden lift off her. "Really? It was a mistake?"

Amy smiled and Wendy noticed the snarky twist that usually touched her lips was gone.

"Yes. All a misunderstanding. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

Wendy dropped the razor and buried her face in her hands.

"I've deleted the message you sent him." Amy said, soothingly. "It's all okay. He's yours. Only yours."

Tears of relief spilled out of Wendy's green eyes.

"Thank you, Amy. I was silly to ask you to access his messages. It's my fault. You only told me what you saw at that point."

Amy nodded sagely. "Call him tomorrow and just talk. Everything will be okay."

Wendy nodded.

Amy gave her once last smile and faded away.

A/N: So after a long break from writing, I'm back in action!
Let me know what do you think of this new and improved Amy.