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Reply to Kakia Guerin or visit her websitePosted to the RoswellSlash mailing list December 31, 2000
TITLE: Juliet Caesar
AUTHOR: Kakia, KakiaGuerin@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own.
I should have known.
Maria spends every Saturday night with me, unless she has a date. How could I not have realized, when she started missing them? Because she was tired? Maria doesn't *get* tired. I, of all people, should know that.
They didn't know I saw them. Of course not. Their tongues were halfway down each others' throats--why would they look up because Liz Parker was watching through the window, crying?
I've already lost Max. But guys are only so much. I can survive without Max. But Maria, too?
That slut. That cheap, filthy whore. First she goes after my boyfriend, then breaks Kyle's heart, and finally settles with my best friend.
Ex. Ex best friend.
Best friends don't sleep with best friends' enemies. Everyone knows that. I bet even Tess knows that rule. But Maria? Lost on her.
I pick up the knife on the dresser, and run my finger along the steel blade. It's beautiful. And sharp. Of course, it won't be painless. But physical pain takes the emotional pain away.
And Juliet will kill herself once again. Just like in the play. But this time, it's not because of Romeo. It's because Juliet's best friend betrayed her. For her enemy.
I find a piece of paper and a red pen in the desk drawer. I take them over to the bed and lie down.
Juliet Capulet? Or am I Julius Caesar? He died because his best friend betrayed him.
Juliet. Julius. Juliet Caesar.
My vision is blurred, and my cheeks are wet. Why? I don't understand. Am I out of my mind? Probably. I don't care. I have to get this over with.
I take the pen, and write my suicide note. Three words:
Et tu, Maria?
Then I turn on to my stomach and bring the knife down into the middle of my back.
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