Taking it back

I was mad, I was infuriated, I was sad. I hated her, I wanted blood and blood I would get. Why was my effort worth trash compared to her smile? She didn't have to do anything to get what I fought for, I wouldn't admit it, but she made me green-eyed and resentful, she aggravated me, I knew that she was taunting me. And I had to respond. So I did.

Although I was rude and probably had anger issues, I had never hurt someone before, at least not physically. She would be my first victim. She would have the honour of seeing me dirty my hands for her. After convincing myself that I would not get caught, I put my plan into action.

After much brainstorming, my brilliant plan was to push her down the stairs. Luckily, she lived on the second floor with me, so I did not need to waste many brain cells to come up with a way and reason to get her up the staircase. A dumb plan, I know, but I felt compelled to do it and was too blinded by anger and jealousy to care why.

After waiting out my door for about 20 minutes, I saw her coming out. Pretending I had just stepped out, I waved and said

"Hi"

She didn't reply and walked away.

-rude much-

I did not think about why she ignored me, she had always acted like we were friends and some kind of forgiving holy mother in front of others, I just wanted to get rid of her immediately, and it seems to have affected my thinking capability, I followed swiftly and pretending to slip I stretched out my arms, attempting to push her But she stepped aside immediately almost like she knew what I was going to do.

As I fell, I looked up and saw a smirk on her face. Tumbling down and hitting the floor, I heard a scream and blacked out from the pain coursing through me, and as my breathing slowed down and my body felt groggy and weak, I heard snippets of what seemed to be a combination of voices and noise.

" For the crime of attempting to poison the future Queen, I sentence to death"

"HANG HER"

"You deserve death"

"she smells foul"

"I would never love a disgusting thing like you"

You thought I cared for you, I could never"

"You came from the product of something sickening, so don't be surprised that you disgust me"

How dare you compare yourself to her, you are not worthy"

I remember now.

I remember now. I had a past life. I know now that in my Past life I was nothing more than a Villainess, a Villainess made to make the female lead shine by being the dumbest cannon fodder in existence.

Because that was what I really was, a cheap cannon fodder, You would think that to be granted the title Villainess you had to at least have common sense. And I also recall that I am reborn. Reborn in another book, a book where I was neither the heroine's best friend nor a simple passer-by nor maybe an extra meant to make Hoo's and Ahhhs at the female lead or even part of the audience whose brain consisted of only a half functioning cell that was so easily swayed.

No, I became the cannon fodder who took the heroine place and was used by the hidden villain and worst of all whose plan always backfired but never gave up. I reminisce on when I was reading the book and thought about what a persistent little fool she was, and now it seems I have become the fool.

*Flashback end*