Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Alone. That’s how I feel. Confused, angry, unwanted. So many emotions rushing through my head. How can I be so alive yet feel so dead inside. People just don’t understand my situation. They don’t relate. But of course, how could you? How many people have ever been in my situation?

Suddenly, the opportunity that I have been waiting weeks, months for, presents itself. Perfectly of it timed, wrapped in pretty wrapping paper and finished with a bow. He took everything I had going for me, everything that I ever loved, and killed it, in one, cold, hard motion. And I planned on getting revenge.

He stepped out of his car and I double checked to see that he was alone. Yes, I could not have asked for a better opportunity. This is it. My time is now.

Blinded by rage, hatred and anger, I lunge forward at my prey. My arms make contact, my hands

close in like it’s a natural instinct. I can feel a slight resistance, but I know it’s not him. Subconsciously, I know that it is Amy, trying to stop me. But she cannot. Nobody can. And nobody can deny that he deserved everything that was coming for him.

“Let go,” I barely hear her, barely feel her pulling at my arms with all her might and strength, “he’s gone Cas, he’s gone, you can let go now,”

 

I snap out of it, stare blankly at what I have just done. He took everything away from me, took everything that I loved away from me. But now we’re even. I look into his glassy eyes for the last time before I walk away, knowing that it is over. I will never see him again. I have dealt with him. And now he is dead.

 

Revenge is best served cold. Just like his lifeless body.