Tamlin
She couldn't think about it. Just couldn't. It was like a mental block-- every time she tried to-- no. Whatever had happened was in the past, she knew that, but it was just too difficult to remember. No- not that. She just didn't want to realize that it had been her fault all along.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for- perhaps the start of something new, or maybe an end to a series of doubts. Was I searching for an answer or the question? To this day, I'm not sure- all that I know is that I was unwittingly discovering myself.
"He got what he deserved," she thought, as she cleaned the blood from her hands. She carelessly tossed the instrument of his demise beside the body. It was time to go.
Me? Entitled? Oh, honey, you truly don't have a clue, do you? I just know what I want and have the resources to get it, unlike some. Don't mistake my fortune for entitlement- it just happens that some are much more willing to do what they must to live comfortably, I suppose.