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 her
to see Amber’s demise come to
veins like wildfire. “She’s not dead yet, she’s not dead yet, Marlene chanted, the words a frenzied litany that reverberated through the
that Amber could still be very much alive, like
to the brink of madness
her phone from the bed and hurled it across the room with a guttural scream, the device
her to unleash chaos on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything within reach–cosmetics,
grew thick
Am Ound of shattering glass and splintering wood as Marlene’s voice rose in
die,” a chilling litany of hatred that echoed
on an outrage. Her cries grew louder, a desperate plea for release
dead, Amber!”
hands reaching out in a frantic grasp as she collapsed to her knees and crawled beneath her bed. Shadows danced in the dim light,
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, a failure, a wretched creature unworthy of
a cacophony of raw 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 words bore down on her like a crushing weight, threatening to drag her into the depths of her own self–loathing.
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 she reached for the glass shard, with words of self–deprecation tumbling from her lips: “I don’t deserve to live; I’m
tightened around the glass, the sharp edge cutting into her skin as she held it close to her wrist and was about to let it tear
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spark of realization flickered in
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minute, Marlene threw the glass
it dawned on her what she could have done
of clarity, she’d recall Amber’s words to her a few months ago,
Start
like the good old days,” and realize that, true to Amber’s
had done a few times when she was younger.
immediately start streaming profusely down her cheeks as she crumpled to the ground, her ragged sobs mingling with the echoes of Amber’s
the room, and tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart aching with a
her
and emotionally battered, a loud knock reverberated through the room,
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