Crime Show Syndrome

When I was young my family used to move around a lot. Believe it or not I was a shy kid. I always had trouble making friends, and if I did make one by some chance of fate, by that time we were moving again anyway...I eventually learned to stop trying to get to know people--became known everywhere I lived as the spoiled rich brat who thought she was too good to talk to the other students. It used to be that I had almost convinced myself that maybe they were right, that maybe I was too good for them...but that was a lie of course, and now I'm beginning to think that maybe they were too good for me.
Now don't get me wrong--it never bothered me that I had no friends. I had my family to make up for the loss; they were the only thing I could really count on. Maybe our small family wasn't perfect, but whose is? Besides, they were all I had. And my parents loved me, they really did....Oftentimes I had the bruises to prove it.

Don't look at me like that. Who are you to judge? You could never know what it was like....
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. It's just...well, you should never judge someone, especially if you haven't heard their side of the story. The whole side.

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Hmm? You want to know what happened next? Of course you do. Why else would you still be here?
Well, my parents divorced when I was thirteen. So much for relying on family, huh? They argued a lot at that time--more-so than usual that is. A lot of the time it seemed that they were arguing over who was to get custody of me. I didn't realize it then, but now I know that neither of them wanted me even if neither of them would outright admit it. As it turned out I ended up living with my mother. Moved out as soon as I was old enough--never told her I was leaving either. Of course, I couldn't stay away for long, but not for the reasons you might think.
You see, mother died the same night I left. The police said she died of poisoning--ruled it a suicide. I like to think that maybe she loved me after all and couldn't deal with my sudden disappearance--couldn't live with the way she had treated me all those years. Or maybe she just couldn't stand being alone--that at least would mean I was good for something. Most likely though, once I left she simply had no one else to take out her anger on except herself...
Either way, I guess you could say I killed her.
You do understand, don't you?

What was I thinking? Of course you understand. At least partially, and that's all I ask for now. And you must realize that the feeling of guilt is a very strong emotion. I'm sure you've felt it before, but feeling guilty for the death of one of your own parents....I hope you never know that feeling. I suppose though, under the circumstances, it was something that I simply had to live with. And thankfully everything passes- -some things more quickly than others.
Now don't feel too badly for me. After all, thanks to mother's death I was left with enough money to live out the rest of my life in luxury; I must admit that it should have been a surprise when they read her will saying she had left everything to me--but somehow I knew she would. Please, call it intuition on my part. And the shrinks said that I delt very well with the loss--there was no overwhelming psychological scarring from the death. What can I say? Mother taught me well how to deal with pain--you either ignore it, or you do something to rid yourself of it. I'd done both.
I'm sure mother would have been proud.

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AN: This little blurb quickly developed from Psycho Girl Rambling to Psycho Girl Who Killed Her Mother Rambling To A Captive (Or Possibly Dead) Audience...Go figure. ^__^ {Can't you just picture this woman perched leisurely atop an expensive desk speaking to a shadowy figure in a chair--a shadowy figure that's bound and gagged and probably bleeding, kept upright only by the ropes that hold him? Maybe she even has the weapon in hand--some blunt object that isn't meant to be a weapon--a weapon of convenience. ^^; I think I've been watching too many crime shows lately.}

I've been thinking of possibly going further with this, but....Well, tell me what you think.