Anne looked absolutely disgusted to see me, this monster standing in front of her. I have had this look to many times now, to care. I don’t care for much. She seemed so annoyed, her spiteful words came out fast, tripping over one another. Was she trying to hurt my feelings, because insults do no insult me. I remove the hat from my head, to reveal my gray and worn hair. Then she asked me if I had killed her husband. My mind was going around in circles. Should I tell her? I confirmed her query with a yes. But before her next words of hate left her thoughts, I decided to compliment her, to let her know my ‘true’ feelings, if there is such a word as truth. Trying to keep a straight face was extremely difficult. Surprisingly more difficult than ending someone’s life, something I found came natural to me. But being nice and complimenting a life, that was not in my mind or my job description. But I believe that my lying and acting went very well.
I think she believed almost everything that left my lips! I could see the anger pouring off her face, but she never stopped me from expressing these ‘feelings’. But I slipped when I mentioned me being a better husband. Her anger was released when she spat at me. Under any other circumstance, I think they would have paid for that there and then, but I had to grin and bear it. She turns me away, this was when my true acting talent would come into full swing!
Walking away, I turn around with lying tears rolling down my worn cheeks. Crying on demand was almost as easy as killing. I say it was her eyes that made this grown monster cry. The killer line was when I mentioned my Dad passing away, and how Id never cried back then, but her beauty made had made me weep. All this was inevitable, the next part of the plan was no about to take place. Guilt.
Running back to her, I picked up the doctors knife I had left their earlier, and I gave it to her shaking hands. Kill me I said. Her eyes told me she could, but she wouldn’t. The knife fell to the floor. I told her to pick it up, or take me up. This puzzled her. She said she wanted to know what was in my heart. I’m sure she wouldn’t enjoy knowing about hell. I drop down onto my knees, fake tears filling my eyes, taking the ring off my finger with my twisted mouth, offering this ball and chain to her. Foolishly, she accepts it.
As I leave, I ask for a farewell, she says no, but think that I already have. I put my hat back on and close the doors to this room of death. She bought everything Id said, she may be curious, but she accepted my offer. Fool! My deceitfulness is too much for anyone to handle. So pleased with myself, I move around like a happy school child, but still in a devilish way. The Master plan worked, but its only just the beginning,.