Who would have thought?

There I was. On the curb of 183 st. Wishing the day were a bit grayer. It was too bright. At least for this kind of day. But I couldn't leave. Not with out making sure Rosy Clemontor was truly taken by death. 1

Waiting for 5:03, my stomach started grumbling. But I wanted the job done. So I went to the gas station across the street. If only I weren't distracted by my growing hunger. Or the job would have been done right. 2

As 5:03 neared, I was still eating. I was completely distracted. And then, her car pulls up. Oh how horrible it was to see that red hair again. IT made me want to retch the food I just ate. As soon as I saw it, I had to run out the door. In a rush, I left my gun under the table. Where I normally hide it. So I had to run back and shoot as fast as I could. But, whenever I do something in a rush, I screw up. So I ended up wounding Rosy. Not stealing her life away from loved ones. WHen the police finally came, I refused to go, so the S.W.A.T team came. They rushed me off to an asylum up in 50th Ave., where I was kept for further studies. I know I am mentally stable. But they don't know my past. They don't know what it was like to live under the shadow of Rosy. And they won't be able to. 3

Being alone in a comfortbale cell, all alone gave me a lot of time to think. I thought of another plan, and exactly why I wanted to murder Rosy. It's weird how 20 years back, you can't think of anything but being friends for ever, than 15 years back you hate each other, than 1 year back you want to murder someone! 4

Once 6 months had passed, I figured I had to start acting normal. Or the nurses and psychologists would never release me. But by that time, I had already thought of a plan for my release. When it was time to meet with the psycho again, I planned to act 'cured' of whatever it was that made me 'crazy'. They later decided to release me in 3 months.5

When I was released, the first thing I had to do was track Clemontor. I found out she was doing good after the shot, and she was still living in the same place. So I followed her around for a couple of days. Got to know her schedule. When she was going to go meet her girlfriends at Starbucks. I would be there. With my CS45, waiting for my drink at the stand.6

While I was waiting, I made to sure that I had something to eat. Then, my moment to shine was right there. I saw the red, curly hair, the thin waist, the smell of sweetness enter right through the door. Heads turning, waving, seats being offered, money dropping from the skies--just kidding. But the first part was true. I was always so jealous, but I couldn't let that get in the way. Once she was out of camera view, and into the bathroom, I followed her in and fired.7

Next thing I know, I am in jail, watching the news. Well, I am finally famous now! The media would keep asking me the same question. But I didn't want to answer in public. So I punched a couple of faces when they repeated their damn questions. When I was alone in my cell, I thought about the question. What drove me to murder Rosy? Well, ever since she's been stealing my boyfriends, dumping me for another group of friends, never inviting me to a party, and I guess I realized, I had no reason to hate her. I guess I really am crazy! Who knew?