When she was just sixteen, she had met this guy who was around 18 years old. He seemed like an okay guy, but he was in reality an alcoholic. He drank beer everyday and reeked of body odour. Doris fell terribly in love with him.
He's cute and funny, she said. He's wonderful and kind, she said. She was wrong. He killed himself two weeks after he had met Doris due to insobriety in the kitchen.
When Doris was 19, she fell in love with a boy in her art class. He was 17 and very immature. Doris liked him because he was nerdy and 'cute'. So Doris was very kind to him. Too kind. He found out about her crush on him and he went mad after that. He killed all his father's cows and buried himself alive.
When Doris was 22, she had her first boyfriend. He was horrid. He was rich and snobby. He hated children and ate smoked octopi for dinner almost everyday. Doris was so madly in love with him that she didn't care that he hated her family.
People said that it was a good thing that he had gotten into a bar fight and got his face burnt off. He then died because the face transplant surgery was an utter failure.
One would think that Doris would have been mortally sad by now. But noooo. She had found a dude online who, after 6 'successful' online dates, had proposed marriage. Yes! she had said, without hesitation.
Her family pleaded with her. Refuse him now, they urged. He could be a serial killer! Doris ignored them. She was certain that she had found the one.
Doris went to the airport to meet him. He was tall and lanky and he smelled like old clothes. Doris hugged him and in five days they got married.
His name was Lance, and he was a weird person. He ate white bread for breakfast, salad for lunch, and a chicken drumstick for dinner. He didn't tell jokes, he didn't clean his messes, he bathed once a month.
Doris got awfully tired with him, but she put up with it. Then one day, he just disappeared from the face of the earth. No one could find him. (or was it that no one wanted to find him?)
Doris became lonely. She wanted someone to love and to cherish. Someone to pay her bills. Reluctantly, she went to find a job.
She found work at a boutique near her mother's house. There she met a charming young man named Jonny, who was extremely handsome.
He was an effeminate lad of about three and twenty years of age, terribly vain and remarkably rich. Doris was madly in love with him by the time he had browsed through three clothes racks. He had sparked her wild fancy and she hoped that he would be a regular customer.
The next day he came again, with a classy black handbag made out of silk roses sewn together. He bought some pairs of skinny jeans and a cream blouse from the plus size woman's section.
Doris loved his boldness. She could barely hold her excitement in when she was asked to serve him at the counter. "Cash or credit?" she asked, her voice octaves lower than normal.
Jonny smiled suavely, his beautiful white teeth visible. Doris nearly fainted. "Credit please." he said, his voice dripping with loveliness. Doris gulped and stared at him for a long time.
Jonny's smile was growing less happy. "Excuse me," he said to the other shop assistant (her name was Kristen, but that doesn't matter). "I want to buy these."
The latter looked at Doris and growled in anger. She begrudgingly went to serve Jonny and told her boss later. Doris got fired.
Doris was upset, but that wasn't going to deter her from seeing her beloved Jonny. She skulked around the boutique everyday to catch glimpses of the one her heart loved.
One day, about two weeks after Doris' job had been terminated, Jonny walked into the shop with not a designer handbag on his arm but a very beautiful woman. Doris was shattered. Who was this woman? Who gave her the right to hold Jonny's arm?
Doris was confused, and then furious. She burst out from the jeans rack and grabbed the woman's neck. Everyone screamed. Doris shook the woman madly and shouted in pure, unadulterated anger:
"YOU HORRID WOMAN! NO WAIT, I SHOULDN'T EVEN CALL YOU A WOMAN! YOU'RE SCUM! I HATE YOU FOR RUINING MY LIFE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
The woman fell to the floor in death. Doris laughed triumphantly and grabbed Jonny's arm. "You're mine!" she exclaimed.
Jonny screamed in fear and exited the shop in a great hurry. Unfortunately for him, Doris was still holding on to his arm. He screamed and screamed until Doris suddenly became deaf.
Doris fell to the ground, shocked at what had happened. Why couldn't she hear? Why weren't the birds singing? Why wasn't the melodious voice of Jonny in her ears?
Doris started to sob. Her life was meaningless already. She dragged herself to a nearby cliff, situated right next to the town for all emotional citizens' convenience, and she threw herself off.
The rocks at the bottom pierced through her skin and damaged Doris' skull. Her body was battered and bloody, but the piranhas soon cleared it up. Soon, all that was left was a golden key that sunk to the ocean floor.
No one saw it, no one knew about it, but it was a token, a charm of remembrance to the aquatic life, of the girl who knew nothing about common sense and died a would-be heroic death if not for the ridiculous nature of the passing away.
No one missed her, least of all Kristen.
Doris got awfully tired with him, but she put up with it. Then one day, he just disappeared from the face of the earth. No one could find him. (or was it that no one wanted to find him?)
Doris became lonely. She wanted someone to love and to cherish. Someone to pay her bills. Reluctantly, she went to find a job.
She found work at a boutique near her mother's house. There she met a charming young man named Jonny, who was extremely handsome.
He was an effeminate lad of about three and twenty years of age, terribly vain and remarkably rich. Doris was madly in love with him by the time he had browsed through three clothes racks. He had sparked her wild fancy and she hoped that he would be a regular customer.
The next day he came again, with a classy black handbag made out of silk roses sewn together. He bought some pairs of skinny jeans and a cream blouse from the plus size woman's section.
Doris loved his boldness. She could barely hold her excitement in when she was asked to serve him at the counter. "Cash or credit?" she asked, her voice octaves lower than normal.
Jonny smiled suavely, his beautiful white teeth visible. Doris nearly fainted. "Credit please." he said, his voice dripping with loveliness. Doris gulped and stared at him for a long time.
Jonny's smile was growing less happy. "Excuse me," he said to the other shop assistant (her name was Kristen, but that doesn't matter). "I want to buy these."
The latter looked at Doris and growled in anger. She begrudgingly went to serve Jonny and told her boss later. Doris got fired.
Doris was upset, but that wasn't going to deter her from seeing her beloved Jonny. She skulked around the boutique everyday to catch glimpses of the one her heart loved.
One day, about two weeks after Doris' job had been terminated, Jonny walked into the shop with not a designer handbag on his arm but a very beautiful woman. Doris was shattered. Who was this woman? Who gave her the right to hold Jonny's arm?
Doris was confused, and then furious. She burst out from the jeans rack and grabbed the woman's neck. Everyone screamed. Doris shook the woman madly and shouted in pure, unadulterated anger:
"YOU HORRID WOMAN! NO WAIT, I SHOULDN'T EVEN CALL YOU A WOMAN! YOU'RE SCUM! I HATE YOU FOR RUINING MY LIFE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
The woman fell to the floor in death. Doris laughed triumphantly and grabbed Jonny's arm. "You're mine!" she exclaimed.
Jonny screamed in fear and exited the shop in a great hurry. Unfortunately for him, Doris was still holding on to his arm. He screamed and screamed until Doris suddenly became deaf.
Doris fell to the ground, shocked at what had happened. Why couldn't she hear? Why weren't the birds singing? Why wasn't the melodious voice of Jonny in her ears?
Doris started to sob. Her life was meaningless already. She dragged herself to a nearby cliff, situated right next to the town for all emotional citizens' convenience, and she threw herself off.
The rocks at the bottom pierced through her skin and damaged Doris' skull. Her body was battered and bloody, but the piranhas soon cleared it up. Soon, all that was left was a golden key that sunk to the ocean floor.
No one saw it, no one knew about it, but it was a token, a charm of remembrance to the aquatic life, of the girl who knew nothing about common sense and died a would-be heroic death if not for the ridiculous nature of the passing away.
No one missed her, least of all Kristen.
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