Everyone does something wrong in life. Something. But sometimes it's different. Sometimes some of us go too far. Beyond the line, they cross it. Why am I telling you this you ask? Well today I'm going to tell you a fictional tale of Martha Murderer (they'd call her), so get comfortable and enjoy the story!
Saturday 13th January, 2006:
Martha and her father were putting up the Christmas tree when there were a knock on the door,
"I'll get it," Christian, Martha's Dad told, as he set of to the oak wooden door.
"Well hello Callie, how lovely to see you on this cold winters day!" Dad smiled.
"Hi Christian! Likewise! So I was wondering if I could pop over for this afternoon?" Callie asked.
"I'd love that, Mrs Hinery, come on in!" Christian kindly told.
"Why thank you, Christian," She thanked.
"Hello Martha!" Callie smiled.
"Why are you here?" Martha asked.
"I'm just popping over for this afternoon love," Callie told.
"Ugh," Martha rudely remarked.
Callie just awkwardly looked around.
"Martha! Don't be so rude!" Christian bellowed.
"Papa! I'm not being rude I just don't like her!" Martha cried.
"MARTHA! Go upstairs and think about what you're saying!" He screamed.
"Dad! She's awful! Get her gone, gone, gone, gone!" Martha screeched.
"MARTHAAA! GET UPSTAIRS!" Christian impatiently screamed.
"Ugghhhh!" Martha stropped and she sulked off upstairs.
"I don't wanna be here, Callie ruined my life! Papa gives me less and less attention when SHE comes over, I wish she'd just... DIE!" Martha whispered to herself.
A few moments later Martha crept out onto the creaky landing, she listened to what Christian and Callie were talking about. Martha was jealous and fearful, she didn't want Christian to be in love after her mother had recently passed away.
"She's a nightmare!" She heard her father say.
"I agree," Callie said.
Martha was hurt. She had to do something about Callies intrusive remarks! She wasn't going to deal with anymore. Thoughts were drowning Marthas brain.
'Shall I stab her?'
'Shall I poison her?'
'Shall I choke her?'
'Shall I sow her lips together?'
Martha had gone insane after her mothers death. She had never felt so broken.
Martha was going to kill Callie...
Martha had made it clear she'd choke Callie this evening, Christian had confirmed Callie was staying the night, she'd grab her neck, tie it with a rope and pull as hard as she could whilst she was sleeping. Martha was excited, she had her rope ready.
"Take this, bitch," Martha whispered.
As Martha tied the rope around Callies neck, she gulped for air but there was none left for her, Callie checked her pulse but there was nothing left of her.
Callie is dead.