FOWC: Target

“You bitch! Can’t you see what you’ve done with your moaning and carrying on all the time”

“Me? It’s thanks to you that I don’t have any friends, that I’m stuck in this place day in and day out”

“Yes, that’s right, turn it round like you always do. What happened with Michael huh? You loved him, you hated him, you were clingy then, the next minute, you didn’t want to know. It’s no great surprise that he took of with Sally in the end is it?”

“Don’t you dare throw Michael in my face, you know he broke my heart”

The tears came then, slowly at first but then in great gasping sobs

“Oh stop with your whining you pathetic little cow, I’ve got no sympathy for you, not after what you did”

The tears stopped abruptly and her voice was like a whiplash

“He deserved it! Don’t try and tell me that he didn’t, leaving me all alone and parading around with that slut! You can’t say I didn’t give him every chance”

“What chance? You practically stalked him for 6 months. That guy didn’t get a moment’s peace with you around. You hounded Sally and made her life a bloody misery and it wasn’t her fault the poor mare”

“He left me” her childlike voice sounded pathetic

“Of course he left you, everybody leaves you” the words were vicious

“I know…” the tears had begun again

“The problem with you is that you don’t deserve to be loved, even Mummy and Daddy couldn’t stand you”

“That’s a lie! They did love me” Even as she said the words, she knew in her heart that they weren’t true.

“No! You want to be loved but you don’t earn it, you demand it and, when you don’t get it, you destroy and chance that you might have had. If you hadn’t been so obsessive about Michael you might still be with him, had you ever thought of that? If you hadn’t been so possessive of Daddy, he and Mummy might still be together but no, you drove them apart too.”

“That wasn’t my fault” her voice was little more than a whimper now, damn the truth hurt!

“It was your fault. It’s your fault you don’t have any friends too; you find fault with everyone, you’re suspicious, devious, you tell lies. It’s no wonder that no-one wants to be around you” all said with sneering contempt.

“I just want to be loved” her voice rose to a plaintive wail then cracked as the sobs began once again

“You will never be loved. Never. You don’t even love yourself, you’re just a pathetic excuse for a human being”

“I know” she hung her head, quiet now and resigned.

She took one last, long look in the mirror at the face that she hated so much and put the sharp blade to her throat. Finally she had found a target for her rage.

Another little tale prompted by the inimitable Fandango

Lisa