My Life - Original Writing

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This is what my life has become. Full of rage, anger and jealousy. Yes, I’m jealous. Jealous of a man I have never met, but it’s fair because he tried to steal what belongs to me. How dare he? He is nobody; he has nothing under his name. He thought he could go against me. Challenge me. He even had the audacity to refuse the money I gave him. He said he wasn’t that type of person, that he had morals. He is so stupid, now he has no money and nothing to steal from me. I made sure of that. I got home just in time to see Charlotte putting her shoes on. When she saw me, she ran out of the door shouting something about being late for school. She is avoiding me, probably because I’m drunk or maybe because I sometimes take my anger out on her. I don’t have time to think about it, I’m too tired. I staggered up the staircase to my room and fell on my bed. I closed my eyes but couldn’t fall asleep. My mind was clouded by the events of yesterday. I was eventually enveloped by sleep, but I was still haunted in my dreams by Mabel. I was woken up by the sound of my doorbell. I had a headache and little to no recollection of what happened the previous day. I heard the doorbell again, so I wobbled out of bed, down the staircase and to the door. When I opened the door, it was sunny outside, probably around noon. Two people stood there, one a female and the other a male. They introduced themselves as detective Raymond and detective Kent. I turned to the woman and asked her what her name was

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