You were obsessed with her, right?
You wanted her, right?
You hated her dad, right?
Because he wouldn’t let you see her anymore, right?
So you killed him too, right?
You killed him for trying to come between you and Carrie Brown, even though there was nothing to come between, right?
You probably would have killed her mom too, right?
No, no, no…
That’s not what happened, but no one believed me, not even Mom and Dad, no matter how much I begged them to listen to me. They wouldn’t listen. No one listened. And Carrie was gone. Where the fuck had she gone? She had vanished, and they kept talking like she was dead. Kept asking where her body was. But I didn’t know. How could I know?
‘Tell us, and we can help you,’they said. ‘Give her mother some peace. Let her bury her only daughter and her husband together.’
But I wasn’t their son, and I didn’t know where Carrie was, and her mom didn’t even really care, because she was a fraud too and she was just trying to cash in on the murder. And if I did kill her I wouldn’t tell them where her body was because she hated her dad, and wouldn’t want to be buried with him.
‘Do one good thing in your miserable life, son.’
But I wasn’t his son. And my life wasn’t miserable, at least not until then. It had been confusing and wonderful and full of love and hope, and the never-ending perhaps of a love that would last forever.
But it wasn’t real,I think. I see that now.(See? I’m not stupid)None of it was real. Carrie isn’t real. Just like her mother wasn’t real. Just like love isn’t real.
Like mother, like daughter,I think as I stare down at a sobbing, broken Carrie.
