The train of the dress followed me down the aisle, threatening to trip me up. The stiletto heels made my feet throb in pain and I had to fight with my dress to keep breathing. I tried to focus on the man stood in front on me, his eyes full of love and devotion. I kept telling myself I felt the same way about him but deep down I knew it wasn’t true.
I kept my feet moving forward and when I finally reached him, I had persuaded my self that I was doing the right thing. Taking a deep breath, I placed a bright smile on face and stared straight into his eyes. He took my hand and slowly brought it up to his lips. The priest began,
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here to join together this man and this woman in Matrimony…”
I couldn’t care for the speech, so I just stood there thinking about Charles, the man who I was about to marry. His eyes glistened in the sun that shone through the church windows. I looked towards the window behind Charles. Back there was a cemetery. The cemetery where my daughters were buried.
“Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?”
I don’t. I don’t. I don’t. “I do”
I went pale. What had I done? There was clapping and cheering as Charles pressed his mouth against mine. No! His sweaty hand grasped mine. We walked together back down the hell with my stomach taunting me, wanting to be sick. Luckily it held till we were outside away from people. I put my bare back against the cold wall with Charles staring on in horror and desperation to help me.
“Sara, are you okay?” although his voice was soft and caring it made my stomach churn. I turned just in time to stop myself from throwing up on him.
After I had finished spewing my guts, he picked me up bride style.
“Put. Me. Down” I snarled. He looked shocked but I didn’t care I just ran – well as best I could in high heels and a massive dress- to the graves of my daughters. Tears ruined my make up and my dress was now covered in mud. Charles had ran after me. The biggest mistake of his life. I reached inside my dress to my thigh, where I permanently kept a gun. I pulled it out and before I could begin to let common sense and sanity take over, I pulled the trigger. His body fell to ground. I knew he was dead. Police sirens rang and somehow I knew they were for me.
“Put the gun down!” I dropped it not caring what happened to me now because I finally had what I had been needing; closure and Revenge.
 -Evie

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