Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26891332-20150819204902/@comment-26891332-20150820205246

This is my updated version. Thank you both for your feedback, and I've taken it all on board and used it. So, what do you think now?

 I shouldn’t have fucking done it; raped and choked to death. She didn’t deserve it.

It started about a week ago; my girlfriend had left me and I found out she had cheated on me while we were together. From that moment, I felt nothing but her treachery. I mean all the times we spent together; the lavish holidays away, the romantic meals out and the cosy movie nights in. All meant nothing.

A few days later my ex-girlfriend developed a relationship with the man she cheated on me with; which crossed the line, and after seeing it I just wanted revenge. So I then googled ways on how to get back at an evil ex, and after two minutes of searching I found the perfect way.

I found a website where you could post explicit images of your ex-girlfriend. Since I had some raunchy photos of her back from our honeymoon period. I thought to myself, “Right let’s humiliate this slut.”

So I uploaded the sexy selfies onto the website, and I also typed in, “Lauren ‘Cheating Slag’ Victoria”; just so I could name and shame the bitch. I thought it was a good idea at the time.

So I went about the next few days feeling better; I was mostly high on one-upmanship. Until I looked back at the webpage where I had originally posted the racy selfies and found users commented sick and perverted things like, “I’d rape and kill this bitch.” I saw a user had posted Lauren’s address and phone number in the comments section. I then thought right enough is enough, as I felt majorly creeped out and concerned. I tried deleting the pictures, but I couldn’t as they were on there for good.

The next day I received a call from Lauren and as I worryingly picked up; she asked if I was stalking her, as she said her phone was going off and she saw shadows wondering in her back garden last night. I denied it, but she said if she finds out I’m responsible she will get her boyfriend too, “Sort me out.” As she was adamant I was doing it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I awoke early the next morning to the sound of my mom bursting through my bedroom door; looking deeply agitated. She handed me the landline and began crying. It was Lauren’s mom on the phone in frantic distress; she said an early-morning jogger found Lauren lying dead in the local park.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">At that moment, all I could feel was disgrace and I thought to myself this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t so puerile. I wish I had spoken to someone and moved on instead of letting my petty misery get the better of me...

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