Monologue Of Ruby

“Ruby Tyne, was reported dead at 10:52 last night. Detectives are working on the case to find out more, but as of now we know she was shot in the left arm, and likely died of blood loss.” Those few sentences ran in my head over and over again, as her sister I should have done something. Shock encloses my body, soon rushed over by numbness, the grieve meds are working finally. Even with the meds my stomach kills me.
“ Bea call the authorities tomorrow, I have some confessing to do.” I say to the V.A, that lives in my house.
“Noted, anything else Jannet?”
“Make a note saying ‘I killed Ruby'.”
“ That's an odd request, but yes, it's done.” Bea mumbles, still offset.
I look over at the clock on my blue walls. It reads 23:12, I walk over to my clean
fleece bed and snuggle up.
“The best part of living in 2100 is the pulsing, heating, blanket.” I envisage as I dose into a hard and deep slumber.
As the next day rises, I brace myself for the terrible dream to come.
In the dream poor little Ruby, back in the last place I encountered her, or anyone did for that matter. Were back in the forest, Ruby leans against a tree unconscious, a lion walks up behind her. I grab my gun and shoot, but I don't shoot the right target. I awaken up always at the same part, as Ruby hits the floor and I become a
murderer.
Something about waking up to an empty house is unsettling, but rousing up to a funeral of the person you slaughtered is worse, not many can relate. I get dressed in my black ensemble , somber as ever, guilty nonetheless. Out of the corner of my mirror I see a red patch. I turn around to see blood everywhere, I squint my eyes.
“ Im dead, you're at fault, come clean, or die trying.”
I look horrified, I back away tripping over myself.
I cant even fathom who I am at this point. That evening I didn't go to the funeral, I should have, because I was too afraid. Afraid of visioning Ruby that way, scared of the shame, and lastly embarrassed of myself. My hands were red, physically and metaphorically, but only I could do something about it. I sprint, run as fast as my feet can take me, I feel hot tears rushing down my face as I approach my death. The police station was quiet, that was until I barged through the glass doors. A serviceman grabbed me, as I nearly fall on my face.“ I murdered her, she's gone and I did it, arrest me!” I bellowed , adrenalin pushed through me, pulsing in and out of my veins, and that's where I faint. The police man wakes me up “ Jannet we are aware, but we have news for you.”
“ Yes officer what is it?' My hands trembled.
“ You didn't extripate her.” He divulged those last two words cautiously, as if expecting me to be aggressive. My ears rang, I wanted to fight, to and kick and hurt this man telling me lies. But I couldn't, I felt I was trapped in my own web of lies. I couldn't breathe, my world was ending, the room was
spinning.
“ I….. I'm…. I don't….. WHAT?” I'm still flabbergasted as I whisper those words.
“Ruby come on out!” The Officer yells, as Ruby skipped on out. I stand up, my nails digging into my skin, my face seething with anger.
“ Janet don't you see Ruby. She's alive and no longer your problem!”
“Oh, I see Ruby alright!” The words hissed out of my mouth as I leeched forward, my arms around Ruby's neck.
“ If I didn't have blood on my hands before, I will now!” I screamed. A sharp pang hits me in the back of the head, then another in my ankle. My body goes woozy and I faint.
When I rose the next morning, I was hoping to be back in my own bed, not strapped to a table.