Ruby Red

I was angry.
Infuriated.
There was a hot passion burning in the core of my chest, struggling to break free.
His hand grazed her bare thigh as their lips touched.
I looked on, helpless.
Could he not see that I, I was the right one for him?
Did she not know that I wanted him?
Their hands were tightly intertwined, his thumb rubbing her forefinger.
It was not comprehensible to me.
Why?
Why is someone like that with him?
She is my best friend.
Well, used to be best friend.
She could very well blame this little encounter with him on one too many drinks,
Or being under the influence of some type of drug.
But I would know the truth,
Because “best friends” know these things.
She knows I have a jealous streak, and she loves to bring that trait to the surface.
Well, that poor excuse for a girl is done for.
Too many years have been spent in constant competition with her.
Too much time has been consumed hoping that one joyous day,
It would all stop.
The constant fear of not being good enough would disappear, and I would never have to feel inferior again.
So the competition stops now, impish whore, because I’ve won,
And there is no possible way for you to defeat me now.
Ding-dong, the bitch is dead.