Tenacious Tiger #5
An Alternate Reality
Her eyes were swollen and his voice was sharp, focused, and vengeful. Years of infidelity came spewing from the mouth of the man she thought she loved.
"I fucked a flight attendant when I went on that business trip to Vail back in '96, and she was better than you could ever hope to be."
The room started spinning and she just kept thinking to herself, "who is this monster?" Back at NYU, her friends always warned her that she couldn't change him. She just took it in stride. "The only reason they would say things like that are because they're jealous of us," she would say to herself so often that it practically became her personal motto.
"And oh yeah, at that costume party back on campus in '92, your old roommate and I fucked in the bathroom while you were dealing with Cindy vomiting on the floor in the next room."
Cindy had been in their wedding and was one of her closest friends at school. She cried even more now as it became aware that her life had been some cheap reality television experiment and she wasn't aware she was being filmed. "How many people knew about this behind my back," she kept asking herself.
"That one time you went back to your uncle's funeral, I spent the whole weekend in our apartment together with the bartender from down the street."
"You've got to be kidding me," she said as it became aware that she could trust no one in this city. Suddenly she felt alone. She moved to this city for him. She gave up on friendships and relationships elsewhere all because she loved him; all because she thought he loved her. Even their neighborhood bar was in on the secret. "They must think I'm an idiot, aloof to what was going on behind my back," she thought. She didn't know who to trust; she didn't know anyone's phone numbers to call ; she didn't know who to turn to. Her life revolved around him and he demanded her full commitment.
She was so alone. No friends. No family. Her heart was aching with the pain of the lies and the depths of the newly found emptiness.
In one swift movement, she whispered "Lord protect me" and stepped off the ledge.
Her eyes were swollen and his voice was sharp, focused, and vengeful. Years of infidelity came spewing from the mouth of the man she thought she loved.
"I fucked a flight attendant when I went on that business trip to Vail back in '96, and she was better than you could ever hope to be."
The room started spinning and she just kept thinking to herself, "who is this monster?" Back at NYU, her friends always warned her that she couldn't change him. She just took it in stride. "The only reason they would say things like that are because they're jealous of us," she would say to herself so often that it practically became her personal motto.
"And oh yeah, at that costume party back on campus in '92, your old roommate and I fucked in the bathroom while you were dealing with Cindy vomiting on the floor in the next room."
Cindy had been in their wedding and was one of her closest friends at school. She cried even more now as it became aware that her life had been some cheap reality television experiment and she wasn't aware she was being filmed. "How many people knew about this behind my back," she kept asking herself.
"That one time you went back to your uncle's funeral, I spent the whole weekend in our apartment together with the bartender from down the street."
"You've got to be kidding me," she said as it became aware that she could trust no one in this city. Suddenly she felt alone. She moved to this city for him. She gave up on friendships and relationships elsewhere all because she loved him; all because she thought he loved her. Even their neighborhood bar was in on the secret. "They must think I'm an idiot, aloof to what was going on behind my back," she thought. She didn't know who to trust; she didn't know anyone's phone numbers to call ; she didn't know who to turn to. Her life revolved around him and he demanded her full commitment.
She was so alone. No friends. No family. Her heart was aching with the pain of the lies and the depths of the newly found emptiness.
In one swift movement, she whispered "Lord protect me" and stepped off the ledge.
posted by Anonymous at 5:59 PM
1 Comments:
Daaaamn, I didn't see the ending coming! This was written in a very sharp style and really sounded like the badness going on. I wish you'd fit in why he was being so mean like that. But well exectued.
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