She's Gone(Riana L.) “I’m so sorry Mr. O’neal. She’s gone.” All feeling left my body As if every ounce of my blood was drained. I looked Blankly at the pale wall of the ER waiting room. “Sh-She’s gone, She can’t be.” Tears began to drip down my face. All i could feel was emptiness. “Mr. O’neal, um, The truck that hit her caused major fractions in her skull. And-” “I know this!”, I yelled, “I know this.” “Do you want to call The family?” “No she was the only family i had left.”

“I would like to see her though.” I got up feeling a little light headed. I was still in some kind of trance, a dream phase. Like this was all a nightmare and when i woke up it would all be better. But I was wrong. Completely wrong. The sight of her crumbled lifeless body was an airhorn that was so loud it alerted me back to reality.
I swayed to her bedside, knelt down, and began to sob. My Wife was dead.

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It has been two months since the car accident. The drunk driver that hit her was going to trial for her death today. Every second was a second of agony without her. I picked up the near empty bottle of El Patron on the table and filled up my wine glass to the top. By now i probably had about 5 glasses. I was exhausted. I had constant nightmares of her death that rid me of all sleep. The doorbell rang. I ignored it then it rang again followed by banging on the door. The noise gave me a terrible headache. “Ack! I’m coming!” I opened the front door to find a person i never met before.

She was a short woman with a pointed face. Her hair was up in a tidy bun held by decorative bobby pins. She reminded me of some type of business lady. “what do you want?” “Yes, hello my name is Jessica Anderson. Jack O’neal?” “that’s me.” I answered. “Well as you may know, The trial for your wife is scheduled for today, i’ve come to bring you.” I began to get irritable. Why can’t they see that I just lost my world? The only reason worth living is gone. Why can’t they stop reminding me and leave me alone? “I’m Not going anywhere with you!” I spat. “Listen Mr. O’neal, I know this a hard time for you but i personally think that your wife deserves justice. She won’t get that justice without your cooperation, you’re a first-eye witness. NOw please get yourself fixed up so I can drive you to the courthouse.” I thought for a minute. Justice is what she deserves. “Alright i’ll go.” I turned from the door “I’ll be in the car Mr. O’neal.” She called after me. And went upstairs to get ready and clean. On my way back down I thought of something. JUstice is sweet but revenge is sweeter. I took a Backpack and Slipped a small case in it, And headed to the car.

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I sat there in the courtroom eye-to-eye with my wife's murderer. Anger rushed through my body. And every atom of me was filled with hatred for that man. He sat smirking, Challenging my will not to strangle him. But that is not nearly bad enough. NOt for what he deserves. Jail was not enough. Now was the time. I opened the case in my backpack and pulled out my pistol, aimed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

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