Chapter 128
Third–person POV
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Marlene sat in the dimly lit room, the glow of the screen illuminating her face as she watched the video of Amber’s accident, the images playing out in a never–ending loop. Her eyes were glazed over with a manic intensity as she replayed the moment of impact, finding a perverse sense of joy in the destruction that unfolded before her eyes.
As the video played on, Marlene’s fingernails absentmindedly picked at the skin of her palm, a nervous tic that had become more pronounced in her moments of heightened emotion. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her mind consumed by a twisted fixation on the sight of Amber’s car tumbling helplessly
a cruel smile playing on her lips as she whispered, “Die, die, die,” like an incantation that echoed
in the stillness of the room.
Dark circles ringed in her bloodshot eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights she had experienced in the past few days while obsessing over her vendetta against her older sister.
Ever since Angela’s call informing her of the successful attempt on Amber’s life, Marlene has been
consumed by a single–minded obsession with seeing her sister’s demise, a deep–seated desire for
closure that gnawed at her like a festering wound.
Her people had been dispatched to gather information on Amber’s condition, their sole purpose being
to bring her news of the one thing Marlene craved above all else: confirmation of Amber’s death. To
Marlene, only with Amber’s death came the promise of peace and vindication, a beautiful end that she
believed would finally free her from the suffocating weight of her sister’s existence.
But as she watched the video, a drop of blood splattered onto the screen of her phone, and a sudden
jolt of pain broke through her manic reverie. Marlene’s gaze dropped to her hand, her eyes widening
bloody spot where
to see Amber’s demise come
primal fury that pulsed through her veins like wildfire. “She’s not dead yet, she’s not dead yet, Marlene chanted, the words a frenzied litany that reverberated through the room, a fevered mantra
still be very much alive, like a thorn in her side, stoked
brink of madness as she grappled with
mix of rage and despair. Without warning, she snatched her phone from the bed and hurled it across the room with a guttural scream, the device
frenzied frenzy, Marlene’s actions escalated, her manic energy driving her to unleash chaos on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything within reach–cosmetics, pillows, perfumes, flower vases–and sent them flying across the room in
grew thick with
“Die, Am Ound of shattering glass and splintering wood as Marlene’s
die, die,” a chilling litany of hatred that echoed off the walls.
cheeks as she continued on an outrage. Her cries grew louder, a desperate plea for release
until you’re dead, Amber!” She screamed, her
reaching out in a frantic grasp as she collapsed to her knees and crawled beneath her bed. Shadows danced in the dim light, casting twisted shapes across the room as Marlene’s
spectral form materialized before her, a taunting sight that haunted Marlene’s every waking moment. The sound of mocking laughter filled the room, a cruel echo that reverberated in the empty spaces of her mind as Amber’s voice twisted with malice, calling Marlene a coward,
anguish as she struck out blindly, her hands beating against her skull in a desperate bid to silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears. The weight of Amber’s cruel
of her hallucinations, a glint of light caught Marlene’s eye–a shattered shard of glass that was within reach. In that moment, she felt a sense of helplessness hit her hard as
sharp edge cutting into her skin as she held it close to her wrist and was about to let it tear into her flesh. But in the final, fleeting moment before she succumbed to the
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Marlene threw the glass away, the shard clattering to
dawned on her what she
she’d recall Amber’s words to her a few months ago, “I’ll
Start
again, just like the good old days,”
like she had done a few times when she was younger.
ground, her ragged
room, and tears streamed down
that consumed her whole
and emotionally battered, a loud knock reverberated through the room, jolting Marlene out of her despair. She struggled to
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