I did it for you

Hello people! It’s morningstar (aka shaari) here!

This is a story that I already posted here before, but I didn’t notice that it was full of grammatical errors (hey, I’m Italian, people! English is not my first language, so I do what I can!) and needed to be edited, so now here’s the edited and (well I hope) improved version of “I did it for you”

This story contains some violence, homicides but no explicit sex scenes, and there is femslash. If something of these does bother you, then just stop reading right now.


Nothing more to say. Read&Rewiew, please, even if you think this just sucked, I wanna know.

Title:I did it for you

Author:morningstar

Disclaimer: I own the plot, I own the characters, I own Hell… naaa, just joking, forget about the last one ^^ . Please don’t use my things without my permission.

Did you love me just as much as I loved you?

Did you love me until your last breath?

Did you think of me in your last moment?

'cause I do.

I do all af this things. I loved you. I still love you, even now you're dead.

For his fault.

For the fault of this fucked bastard.

I will never forgive him.

Never. He's dead too. He killed you, and I killed him.

So poetic, isn't it?

He's in hell now.

Maybe I'll reach him soon. So I can punish him enough, like I didn't in life.

I'm going to die. The world... so funny...

But that doesn't matter.

You're gone. I'm going too.

But we can't be together.

Forget all the stupid things they said. All of them. Friends, family, husbands... you are not in hell. You didn't kill anyone. I did, instead.

Is not a fault, to love someone. Even someone like me.

Maybe I exaggerate... or maybe not. Kill is not the worth thing I could do.

Fucked jealousy. Oh no, I'm not talking about the jealousy of two lovers, I'm talking about the possessive jealousy, the reason of your death.

Jerry. Wasn't is name? Oh, bloody hell, who cares of the name!

Your husband.

Your forth husband, precisely.

They never last very much.

Because you never loved them, did you?

You loved me.

We were lovers.

It was an unfaithful love, I know, you had to keep the appearance.

Bad idea, really a bad one.

Two of them never known of our love. You simply lose them

The third found us in your bed. No problem, he said, that doesn't matter.

No one heard about us. He was an intelligent one. Fred, that was his name I think, I don't remember.

Then there was Jerry.

The filthy bastard.

I always known he was insane. Too possessive, too jealous, too violent.

But I never thought that he could do something like he did.

He was suspicious of us.

And he found us too.

He didn't calm down. He didn't said that doesn't matter. Oh no, he was petrified. At the beginning.

Then he hit. I were slammed to the wall. white stars everywhere for a few moments of sharp pain, I lied on the floor.

I saw everything. The grip of him on your wrists. His fowl bloodshot eyes. Your panic screams. The knife in his hand.

Too late. I was too late bringing me up, too late running to the bed.

Blood everywhere. On your body, on the walls, on the floor, on your killer. Your tore body, your terror-petrified eyes.

I exactly don't remember what happened then. I remember only more blood, blood on my hands, blood on the wooden ornament I left fall. His head smashed, his brain stuck everywhere, and I understood.

I understood that was his blood on my hands.

That I killed him.

I started laughing hysterical.

Not so later the police arrives. I was still laughing, and I was crying too.

They took me in prison. I let them do it. I was too shocked to do anything.

You were dead. The bastard were dead too. I killed him. I killed him, bloody hell! I killed a man!

I took a few days to completely accept it. To accept I revenged you.

Lawyers tried to save me with the excuse of mental instability. That was the truth. I didn't thought when I did it. It wasn’t exactly intentional. But I didn't care.

I lost the lawsuit. I’ve been condemned to death. Electrical chair.

And now I wait. I'm waiting the day I'll join the darkness of death. I'm waiting it, 'cause is the only thing I can do.

Who cares, life doesn't mean anything to me now.

Please, send me a postcard when I come.

I hope in Hell let receive postcards from Heaven…if things like that does exist there…

Always Love you, Judith.

Your Anne.

#the end#