What I felt the day I got hit is very hard to explain. I thought that running to Tom would allow me to be with him for the rest of my life and finally be truly happy, but instead it got me killed. I ran to him in hope of better things, but it only made things worse. I felt hurt and upset. Little did I know that it was Tom's awful wife, Daisy that struck me with that hideous car. Yes, I am just a tad angry. I don't think that she knew of my relationship with Tom, but she surely did come out on top in this case. I was feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions that day that Daisy murdered me with the help of a several ton car. The feeling of laying in the middle of the street dying was hard to grasp. I was sad that I would never be able to live happily with Tom most of all. I was enraged by the fact that Daisy had the audacity to do a hit and run as if I were just some worthless animal that had now become another piece of roadkill. How could someone be so heartless as to not even stop after hitting another human being...especially if the impact was severe enough to kill them. Human beings can be ruthless sometimes; especially emotional women. I just wish I could have gotten the chance to say my last goodbye to Tom...
Dear Myrtle,
ReplyDeleteI am truly sorry that I hit you with a car. I was so nervous and exasperated after our time in the city. Tom and Gatsby, a friend of mine, had a big fight and I was scared. So I ended up hitting by accident. I also ran away from the scene because I was scared of what could of happened. I am very sorry. I know that Gatsby took the blame too. I'm sorry that I took away your final moment without Tom, even though I had loved him once, I know how you feel. I wish that this had never happened.
Sending my dearest apologies, Daisy
Myrtle, I am terribly sorry you got killed that night. Daisy and I had just come from a very intense encounter with Tom. In a way, Tom ruined both of our lives that night. If you hadn't thought Tom was driving that car, you would probably still be alive right now. I want you to know that I'm taking the blame for your death. I could never let Daisy take the fall for something as awful as that. Ideally, your husband would have kept thinking that Tom killed you and taken it out on Tom. You should know that we both died that night. Even though I didn't physically die until the next morning, I was already dead inside. You lost your life that night, and I lost Daisy. Who's to say which loss was worse?
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