The Tale Of Shadra-Lee

Stumbling home from a big night out filled with booze and plenty of drugs. Shandra-Lee began to dance and sing happily, dangerously stumbling onto the road as cars driving by honked their horns in disgust. Shandra-Lee just gave them the bird and moved forwards. She stopped briefly at a servo for a packet of crisps and to do another few lines in the toilets. She leant on the counter as the scruffy kid behind it seemed all too frightened, yet amused by what he saw. After a small conversation Shandra-Lee continued the remained of her walk home. She rounded the corner, out of breath and thirsty as hell. Her eyes blurred as she tried to find the front door to her house. She tripped over a brown cardboard box on the front porch as she went to open the front door. Luckily the door was unlocked as she had lost her purse hours ago...

Shandra-Lee threw down another shot of Tequila and licked the remains off her lips. Her blurred gaze focusing in and out of the turmoil that surrounded her. Somehow she never pictured herself in a situation such as this, but felt as though it was supposed to occur all along.

Then choked back some tears wiping them upon her tattooed arms then slumped into the sofa behind her.

"Asshole!" she slurred as she kicked the body of her former husband who lay naked with a bullet to the back of his head on the floor.

She looked around the room and quivering in the corner was a half naked girl whom she had never seen or met till this day but she seemed so sure that she knew the girl, and knew her well. She whimpered as she rubbed the Desert Eagle against her head trying to get her head around the situation at hand. She laughed giddily as she smelt the gunpowder. She had been bought this gun by her husband, as a joke present for their anniversary as she loved the movie Snatch so much.

Her eyes bolted up as the girl tried to run. She snapped the gun up and pointed it at the girl. She stopped suddenly and tried to cover herself with her hands.

"Don't do that..." Shandra-Lee paused... "You've already showed yourself to be somewhat of an extrovert. Sit back down please."

The girl lowered herself to the ground slowly. Had she not have moved, she would not have now been so close to the mans dead body. She began to cry loudly.

Shandra-Lee rolled her eyes "Listen darling, I should be the one bawling my eyes over this situation." She then smiled sadistically "... but instead I've taken another route all together..."

The girl instantly stopped crying. She raised her had to her mouth and held back as much as she could.

Shandra-Lee reached for the blood stained Gudang cigarettes on the table in front of her, lit a smoke and took a long drag. She savored the head rush and licked her lips for the sugary after taste. She motioned the cigarette to the naked girl.

She shook her head "No. I don't smoke..." she said softly

Shandra-Lee laughed. "Mother fucker!" she kicked her dead husband again. "Do you know what this asshole said to me?" She began to mimic her husband "Shandra-Lee if you don't stop smoking you know what’s gonna happen? I’m gonna die a little more inside each day, because everyday I will be worried you'll get cancer and leave me! That way if you do and you die we can die together..."

Shandra-Lee threw the now empty bottle of Tequila at the wall behind her and screamed.

She began to pace back and forth in front of the girl pointing her gun around madly.

"That prick! Why the fuck did I buy his lies?"

The girl looked up; the makeup from her eyes had blackened her cheeks. She took a breath and said "Who the fuck are you...?"

Shandra-Lee cut her off "I'm the mother fucking angel of death you bitch!"

Shandra-Lee looked around the room, her eyes still not able to focus properly, the room spun and she almost lost her balance. She walked up to the girl and put the gun against her head.

As she began squeezing the trigger the girl said something but Shandra-Lee was too engrossed in the sound of the gunshot & being so drugged up to bother listening. Blood, brain matter and teeth spread across the room.

Shandra-Lee stumbled into the bathroom, began to wash the blood from her face. She decided that this would be a good time to have a shower as the blood seemed to be everywhere.

Stepping out of the shower her eyes began to focus more clearly and she left the bathroom to inspect the efforts of the night. Her head began to clear more too. She looked down at the unknown girl and spat directly on her face. Then giggled.

She walked slowly towards her husband but then suddenly stopped in her tracks... She tilted her head side wards & noticed something that she hadn’t before. This mans hair had a small blonde rats tail at the back. Her husband never had a rattail...

She moved closer to the body and rolled it over.

She screamed so loud that she thought anyone in the world could hear, she shuffled backwards tripping over the girl’s dead body hitting her head hard on the floor boards. She groggily pulled herself up and backed herself into the corner where she slid down into a quivering heap where the semi naked girl had been which seemed like only moments before. Her heart raced as she began to realise, this was not her house, and she didn’t know the girl, which meant that the dead man was not her husband... She closed her eyes and tried to collect herself. How did she get here? Why did she think this was her home? A loud ringing began to eat up her thoughts and suddenly her mind was back at the moment, the exact moment where she had pulled the trigger. Echoing back in her mind, crackling back, was the girl’s last words...

"You've got the wrong house..."

Her eyes darted around the room from photo to photo, recognising nothing, but realising she had left a huge amount of evidence everywhere. She sprang up, grabbed the smokes, her gun and fled from the house into the freezing unwelcoming night air. Softly in the distance sirens filled the night air. Shandra-Lee kept running and has yet to be caught...