A/N: I wrote this a couple of years ago as part of an English assignment. We studied the character of Miss Havisham and were told to create a small narrative based around Carol Ann Duffy's "Havisham". This is what I came up with.

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I sit and watch as the world goes by, people meandering about their meaningless lives, as I have for countless years now. Slowly, but inevitably I waste away, as I reflect on the dark and crooked path my life has taken. My few successes and my many failures. My greatest of course was to fall hopelessly in love with him. I thought he loved me, wanted me to be his. Our lives in my mind were as the threads of a cord interlaced together for all time, but he must have deceived me. Now I see his true colours. I entered the church, hope in heart and flowers in hand, and yet no shining knight stood there at the altar to promise himself to me. He was gone and I was waiting, waiting. Every eye upon me, pity drawn across their faces. The church bells ringing out there joyful peal, mocking me now it seems.

I look towards the full length mirror, watching my emaciated body as it moves. I was beautiful once I guess. But years of neglect and abandon had turned me to ruin. My bones protrude from beneath my wrinkled and sallow skin. My greying hair hangs in thin curtains, caked with grease and filth. Love turned to hate and now I wish to see him humiliated as I was, nay humbled then dead. Dark green pebbles have replaced my once innocent and youthful eyes as evil scheming consumed me. At first I planned how to get him, then to kill him, but the opportunity never arose. Ropes are intertwined around the backs of my hands – I could do it, I could strangle him. Draw the rope around his throat, pulling tight, crushing life. A sharp tug, then a twist and he is gone from the world. He's gone from my universe, so where would the harm be? I am alone with no man in my life. Where did he go? What did he do? Was it another woman? Some bawdy fishwife drawing him in like a catch from the sea?

My body smells of fetid filth, having not washed since that dreadful day. My throat is still hoarse from waking, in a sweat, screaming "Noooo" at the walls, hoping that someone, anyone would hear me. But nobody comes, there is nobody there to calm me, sooth me, hold me and bring me my sanity from the abyss into which it has descended. The beautiful white wedding dress now hangs from me, yellowing with age like the pages of a book. I ask only one thing; "who did this to me?" The hatred is hidden behind the once white veil of lace. I dare not remove it for fear of releasing my wrath. The embarrassment is now gone, leaving only anger in its wake to fill my body, coarse through my veins like red hot iron and encase my heart. In searing hot rage I stab repeatedly at the wedding cake; stab, stab, stab. The honeymoon awaits, so give me his body devoid of life for long nights of solace with him at my side. But instead I only have long nights of restless dreams and hollow screams. It's not only my heart that b-b-b-breaks...

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