I was only seventeen the day that I died. It wasn't like in movies, when someone was murdered in cold blood, on a stormy, dreary day. No, it was sunny, warm, and the type of day that just couldn't go wrong. Since that date, eleven years ago, I protect this household from the male species who seek to taint it with their evil presence. Which is why I'm standing here now, with the little male human child standing in front of me.
He was such a small thing, so young and innocent that I almost hated what I was about to do. But, like other little boys, he would one day grow into a man, and I couldn't let that happen.It was almost sad, as he looked at me with those big brown eyes.
"P-please," he sobbed, scrambling backwards. "W-why are you doing this?"
Answering that question always got old, so very quickly. I was almost a shame, but like always I took the time to explain why, for after all, doesn't a man know his crimes before he is executed?
So, with a bored sigh I sat down, after all it wasn't like the little male child would be going anywhere.
"Fifty-two years ago," I began, only for the little brat to interrupt me.
"You don't look that old."
I glared at the male child, god he was more annoying that the older men who claimed they were real men then screamed and begged for my mercy. "Shut up, male child, you annoy me. Now, where was I? Fifty-two years ago, I lived in this house, back when it was thriving with warmth and love. Flowers always bloomed, and nobody died, until that faithful summer, back in 1963.
"I had met a man who loved me more than anything in the world. He and I would meet, unknown to my parents, late at night, where we would make out underneath the old oak tree on my uncles farm, the middle ground between his house and mine. We fell in love, and he swore I was his one and only, until the day I found out that it wasn't true. My father had found out about my late night rendezvous, and told me what he knew that I didn't.
"The man I was seeing was married. Well, as you can imagine it didn't take long for word to get back to his wife, and before the week was up she had packed her things and moved away. I had shut myself in my house, not daring to go outside or face the people who saw me as nothing more than a common whore.
"So, he came to me. That afternoon, I was in my room, when I heard a noise at the balcony. I stood, straightening my dress out of habit, as I approached the balcony. It was then that I saw a familiar face peek over the rails, Tyler's body soon following as he pulled himself up and over the rail, a strange look on his face, as if he had gone mad.The look on his face was frightening, so I backed away slowly, not seeing that doing so would only seal my doom. I tried to scream or help, but the neighboring houses were not as close then as they are now, so no one was around to hear me as I begged and pleaded for my life. I could only watch in horror as he drew his knife, slashing away at my body like some crazed mad man. I begged him to spare me, for the unborn child he knew nothing about, for the love we had once shared, but he had turned away from that, as all men do. Until I watched him stand over my still body, leaning down to place a single kiss on my lips, though the life had left my body. And that, my boy child, is why you must die."
I almost felt bad for killing him, though I did show remorse, unlike the other men who had died as I had died, the boy died more quickly, with a single slash to the throat. So, once more I did society a favor and eliminated one of those male creatures from the earth.
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