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KARMA
If only been lucky enough to die that day Rachel shot me. Instead, I awoke shackled to a prison hospital bed. The irony of the moment did not escape me, realizing I was experiencing the universe’s depiction of my Ravenge Plan. The imprisoner was imprisoned, the captor now captive. I suppose I could have attributed this to karma, or some “reap what you sow” gibberish. I’ve always been fascinated with the concept of karma. Those who believe in it are fully convinced that their actions directly determine their destiny, similar to faithful deity followers. And although karma applies to humans, and faith to God, the two undeniably parallel, resulting in the same effect from cause.
Rachel Spence and Brian Gabel -- two people who spent 21 days in hell, because of me. One survived, one didn’t. My emotionless response reminded me of those days I sat in the courtroom, mentally anesthetized. All the feelings I used to know met the same finale as Karina, Katie and now Brian. They were all dead. And I didn’t care anymore. I no longer had delusions of crossing over to the other side and I knew Karina and Katie would never visit me again, if their visits had been real anyway.
Not surprisingly, the detectives had discovered my Ravenge plan. Eventually, they had more evidence against me than even an experienced defense attorney could refute. My only chance would have been a mental disorder defense, which I rejected. Whether or not I deserved to have my freedom revoked, I didn’t miss it. Freedom involves choices and decisions, and I had proven that I couldn’t be trusted with the responsibility of either.
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life