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A vivid memory
It was past midnight when Marsha Claridge returned home from a night out. She does not remember who with nor why. Only what awaited her at home was all she can remember for all of time.
This was the night that made Marsha snap. Made her who she is today.
She returned and found police at her mansion home. There was wild reports a clown was going to kill her beloved Henry at midnight. She found it funny and ridiculous so she went out as normal. But by the look of the faces on the GCPD's faces it was not a joke.
The heiress was shown to the body. His face was covered due to the grin he died with but Marsha ripped off the cover and cried and gasped like a grieving widow.
Her hands were covered in his blood and her mascara was running down her face. After she wept for what felt like forever Marsha left and asked to be left alone.
She locked herself in her bedroom and only came out once she was alone. Alone in a empty mansion she roamed the now empty and cold halls. Her mind raved with what would happen.
Will she lose the house and money? Will she be deported? What will happen if her father finds her? Will she die alone and on the cold streets she sought to raise from?
But then something in her head. A thought as she looked at herself.
She was free. She had changed to be Henry's perfect wife so she could stay rich but she honestly did not know who she was anymore. All her memories came back. How she ran away from home on her prom night to flee to America. How she went through college to become a fashion designer. How she worked the streets for a bit to become a better woman. All that was pushed away from her mind for Henry.
But now Marsha felt she just woke from a dream and she laughed. She laughed and danced through the halls of her mansion home.
Marsha finally had all she wanted. She was free and rich. Time to live her life the way SHE wants from now on.
