"Miss Denise, how are you
feeling today?" Dr Brown asked me,
trying to catch my expression from his distant chair. "Fine," I replied in a dull voice, turning to face him. I hate it when he is trying to judge my emotions from my expressions. I don''t
know what he''s trying to achieve by staring at my face with those bug eyes, magnified by his thick lensed spectacles, trying to judge what I am feeling right now. My face might be expressionless, but deep down I am feeling something which he won''t ever be able to deduce, not even in a million years — a feeling of hatred for myself, a mad desire to end my life. Why? Of course, you wouldn''t be able to guess that one either, so I''ll just have to tell you. My name is Denise Williams. I am the only child of my parents. You might think that poor Denise has never known how it is to have other siblings. But you are wrong. This emptiness in my life was filled by my best friend, Melissa Grant. Melissa was a friend which anyone could ever want. She was loving and caring and thus she became a part of my life. Then all of a sudden, she was gone. It was as if she had never existed. My life was empty again. That is why I am seeing this idiotic bug-eyed shrink known as Dr Brown. You can guess a person''s IQ when he can''t differentiate between pizza and lasagne. He was hired to help me get through the
pain of Melissa''s
death. Yes, she is dead. And I am responsible for it. "Miss Denise, I think it would lessen the pain of Melissa''s untimely death if you share your concern with me," a soothing voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Ever so slowly the message finally sunk in. I had always avoided talking about that incident, but now, I convinced myself that maybe it would help me to unshackle this suffocating feeling of guilt and pain. My vision was blurred with tears as I started narrating the story, the incident which had occurred a month ago. I held back tears, took a deep breath and started talking in a quivering voice. "Melissa and I were best friends. We were inseparable like the parts of one body, sharing each other''s joy and sorrow. People used to admire and envy our friendship and they presumed that nothing could ever come between us. I don''t know whether that ‘nothing'' included the death of one of us. "A few days before that incident, Melissa and I had a fight. It was really quite petty; it was over a shirt at the mall which apparently both of us liked but Melissa turned out to be the lucky buyer. I
called her a sneak for buying that shirt behind my back. Melissa protested that she didn''t know that I had liked it in the first place. I called her a liar, turned my back on her and stomped off. I knew Melissa was hurt but I was too mad at her to
apologise. Besides, I thought that she was the one who owed me an apology. "Melissa was a sensible person, but for some strange reason, she believed that dead spirits lived amongst us. I decided to use this superstitious streak of hers to make her apologise to me. I went to a novelty shop and bought a trick candle. Attached to it was a motor contraption, which enabled it to hover a few inches from the ground. Perfect, I had thought, greatly pleased with myself. "I went to her house that night. Her parents were out and so she was alone. It was the perfect time to make her feel sorry. But my plan sort of backfired. Instead of apologising to me, she freaked out. Upon seeing the candle, she screamed as she scrambled up the stairway towards her bedroom. I called out that I was only joking, but she was too frightened to understand a word I was saying. Then I watched everything happen in slow motion. I saw her running up the stairs, I watched as she missed a step, lost her balance and slammed against the banister. Horrified and helpless, I watched as the banister broke against her weight and saw her fall a long distance downwards, finally crashing onto the floor. I hurriedly ran over to her side. Her eyes had that horrified lzen in a silent scream. Blood was oozing out from the side of her mouth. Her usually neat blonde hair was fanned out around her head and her right leg was folded under her in a strange angle. There was no mistaking that she was dead. And I never did get the chance to apologise to her, and she never had the chance to hear it." I broke down, sobbing hard. I hugged myself trying to hold back a tidal wave of emotions that was threatening to explode. Dr Brown then handed me a pill, aimed at soothing my nerves. However, I knew that it would take much more than a pill to get rid of the pain.
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