I Died On His Wedding Day

Synopsis

"Prunella, haven't you caused enough trouble? Get out here now!" My mother burst through the door with a violent kick. The crash rattled the wedding decorations hanging on the wall. Her carefully maintained face was twisted with fury, every cutting word already poised on her lips. Then she saw me. Dressed in an old pair of pajamas, washed so many times they had faded nearly white, I lay motionless on the bed, one wrist dangling over the edge. I was utterly lifeless. The rage on her face froze in an instant. Her pupils narrowed. The cruel words she had come armed with died in her throat. And above it all, my soul hovered in silence, watching with icy detachment. Watching the grand, belated reckoning staged for my sake alone. The judgment had begun.