Damsel. (Director's Cut w/ Alt Ending)

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"oh, the blood! The humanity! Who would do such a thing?!"
The dazed widow paced ever so frantically, a medley of shag carpet rings.
Oh, what will I ever do? I should call the polce! "Emergency please!"
The silence unbearable, her mind slowly sinks... --...such a sweetheart to me!--

Pending the authorities' arrival, clutching a bible... she searches for clues...
that same bible Ben would use. "Something will happen for God to get into you!"
He always joked about it... my love for that bag of shoes... His mangled chest cavity fumed.
Flies and an odor that could deter a pirate from jewels... his attire his occupational proof.

My beloved slain used car salesman! fighting april showers in June, she wipes the foundation that oozed...
Next room, trudging through the struggle's site to the place where she'd pruned; her haven on lonely moons at the right...
white marble counters and spotless masonry... Mr. Clean wouldn't gripe. But he'd have a stroke this night.
An obnoxious smear caught her sight, the bright red and burgundy gore glinting in the light...

"FOR WHERE JEALOUSY AND SELFISH AMBITION EXISTS..." Ben once quoted this line...
The bible study had just finished it's rites. The deacon told him this with, "Say this to your wife."
And so he did. But it made no sense! Sigh, is that deacon the reason you died?
Ben! Just come back! You're supposed to be alive! She snaps to at the bedroom closet light.

Flips the switch. There's a crimson pooling coming from inside.
Hands shaking vigorously, she tries for the handle close-eyed and blind.
KREEEEKKK! Another body. She cries out, "Someone help me!" Tears drop, making the plasma divide.
Body was the bare, feminine kind. Long, slender jab wounds along the neck and the spine.

There's a glimmer of a memory's page... bloody prints of a runner unscathed...
... leading to the side lawn where a body, gutted, now lays... she gasps,
The O'Malley girl used to bring us her bakes! Chocolate chip cookies and cakes!
She approaches the teen... Oh, but what a mistake!! seeing a bloody gnome near the rakes
Trying to remember the haze...

She touched the throbbing mess above the nape of her neck.
Saw an apron, two gloves, an uncased cigarette...
the foul odor from the entrails left a taste to regret,
So she backtracked to escape, lest the brute wave take her breath.

You should calm your nerves, Glenda... "A square for a square wife." She puffed.
Ben waited for "real life" while she wanted to be his ideal perfection, realized,
She scoffed, "How will I ever feel life if my love is dead?" Open your ill mind...
The quote is the key... Glenda froze, the stale cig inhaled had her choking to breathe.

"What?!" In a fit of terrible disbelief, rattled nerves and scared, chattering teeth
the recall began... the key turning the knob, you entered the suite...
went straight to the kitchen from work, knowing he'd praise what you gave him to eat...
"No..." You heard a noise... nagging and repetitive even... apron equipped, you would seek...

"NO!" Glenda grabbing her ears, as if to make the voices stop, breaking down to one knee.
The good wife, and anxious to be, you investigate the realm of your intimacies...
"Stop, please!!" The feeling unbearable, she goes to open Ben's bible to read...
Only to find that receptionist straddling slease... the very kind you married... and went on a spree...

"That can't be true!!" Panic ran through her, trembling in an extreme state of unease...
Read it! She opened the book, butcher knife spilling out, staking the floor in front of her bloody feet.

"GASP!" She dropped the hollow book in the loudest of shrieks... "My bag of shoes had all control over me!"
Your mind isn't yours as you supposed it would be, but listen... she shrunk in defeat,

...THERE WILL BE DISORDER IN EVERY VILE PRACTICE! A terrible grin surfaced...
"Oh, Ben. What has become of us? You've hurt this union... your SOUL is worthless!
I Tried! I really did! And was that that fucking kid that always delivered her baked works as gifts?
MY FAULT?! You know in crime movies there can be no witnesses!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM! Ramming at the door. She lifts the murder weapon,
"What have I stepped in? Did you love her? Was hurting Glenda worth this reception?!"
She paused as if awaiting a reply. "Nothing to say?? Let me ask one more question..."
Posed over the thoroghly penetrated corpse, she raises the knife over Ben's forehead, suspended.

"I loved you Ben! We both did! How could this be the way it ended?!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM! Cheryl threw her cleched fists back for the final finish.
WHOOOOM! Just as the knife came down, she was injected, pinned and submitted.
"This is a damnable mess, Doctor" Said the Police lieutenant, frowning as his weight shifted.

"This is the third time Amy escaped. She stalked him for a year after she was first admitted."
The officer choked on the dead air as he examined. "Looks like this broad completed her mission..."
"No" Replied the Psychiatrist. "She has men attached to the other personalities... this is merely her intermission."
"Damsels in distress just got a whole new definition"