Jealousy Kills
It was an early cold evening in November. I was very, very nervous I might have ruined my life. I am or rather was an art teacher on a big school. I am currently hiding in an abandoned building near the tunnel which is close to the school I worked at wondering if the police had found the body yet. I feel my senses had sharpened I hear everything outside the abandoned building, almost flinching every time I hear a car passing by. It might be a police car looking for me.
Let me tell you from the beginning I never thought I would end up as a murderer especially not murdering my own husband. A few months back I was happily married to my husband Norman Hopkins, he and I work at the same school, he was a good science teacher, the kids loved his spectacular humor. While I was the boring art teacher who always whore strange or ill flavored clothing, definitely not popular among the children. One day I saw him outside the school after closing hours, he was kissing one of the children’s mother Karen. From that moment I suddenly filled up with jealousy I just knew that he was cheating on me for a while.
After that moment, I stopped loving my husband I grew a hatred against him and kept it all to myself. More and more often I pretended to be ill, I started spending a lot of time in bed feeling depressed, until I decided I needed to do something about my situation.
More than usually, I was cautious about, what my husband found himself with especially after school hours, he spent a lot of time “working on a project” for the kids he told me. I knew it was a lie, so I started sneaking up on him, watching when he thought no one was watching. How he spoke and laughed with that other woman, I watched every moment, even as he began to be sexually intimate in the teacher’s common room up against the bookshelf wall, I watched how they both savored every moment of it, how they loved so passionately in a way that I never received from Norman.
I was standing just outside the school building looking inside, stepping closer a branch cracked under my feet. They suddenly stopped and Norman looked me directly in my eyes, his mouth wide open filled with shock while Karen was rushing to close the buttons on her shirt. After a couple of moments of staring I started walking backwards, and Norman rushed outside trying to explain the situation. I was so angry that I grabbed a large stone, I could not help myself and I hit him repeatedly in the head. Blood splattering everywhere, I heard Karen cried out a terrified scream that pierced through my ears. I stood up trembling regretting what I have done. I killed my own husband on the school ground.
I stood up staring at my mess, then I started running as fast as I could running until I saw the abandoned building, with a half open door I ran inside out of breath unable to understand what I have done.
