She peeked out of the bushes and stared in utter disbelief. It couldn't be! Tommy was talking to that slut Wendy again! What would Laura do if she found out? No, she couldn't possibly allow this to go on. Someone had to put a stop to it, before something bad happened. Something really, really bad.

Laura strode home in quick, steady steps, uneasiness somehow creeping into her heart. It was one of those days when everything went off well but still you couldn't shake off that nagging feeling that...that what? Perhaps it was the downcast weather, perhaps it was grim faces of those walking past, Laura had no way of telling.
"Mom I'm home." She said curtly.
"Oh it's you Laura! This afternoon Tommy called to say that he'll be late, he even sang some mushy song saying that he looooooves you...he neeeeeeeds you..."
Laura blushed, then smiled sweetly to herself.
"You know, back in my days I had to literally prod your father to sing a line or two for me." Her mother put on a mock expression of jealousy. "Hrmphhh!"
The house reverberated with their hearty laughter. Then the phone rang.

She watched him look longingly at something in a jewellery store window. Probably a diamond ring for Wendy, thought her in disgust. Apparently, he didn't have enough money and went away.
A while later, he stopped to read a sign on a small office-like building. Immediately his face lit up and he rushed into the office. Puzzled, she stepped over to the sign to see what was on it. "ANNUAL STOCK CAR RACE! PAY TWENTY DOLLARS AND YOU MAY STAND TO WIN A THOUSAND DOLLARS! JOIN NOW!"
She couldn't help bursting into a wide grin. This would be the perfect chance for Tommy to pay.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE LYING, YOU STUPID MAN! YOU'RE LYING, YOU STUPID, STUPID MAN!!!"
Laura broke down and started to whimper. Quickly her mother came over and took the receiver from her.
Her mind was spinning, spinning like never before. Thiscouldbeadreamthiscouldbeaprankthiscouldbeawrongcallthiscouldbeacouldbeacouldbea...every possible thought came over her, and still nothing could make her heart beat slower. It was as though a block of cement has pinning her down, slamming her through the heart repeatedly.
"Okay, 73 Winchestern Road is that right? We'll be right over." her mother put down the phone as Laura started screaming her head off.
"Laura! LAURA! Calm down! Please be strong! Let's go to the hospital to check things out first all right?"

She scoured through the entire fleet of stock cars neatly parked. Time was short, the contestants would be here anytime soon. Eleven, twelve, thirteen...yes, thirteen. The car Tommy was assigned to.
A quick glance around found her a pair of pliers carelessly placed on the floor. Perfect.

Laura continued weeping endlessly as her mother talked to the doctor. She overheard words like "first degree burns", "greenstick fracture", "haemorrhage", and more she couldn't understand or chose not to.
Why? Why did he die? It wasn't meant to be this way. They were supposed to marry, build a nice home, have kids, and grow old together. She felt a gaping void where her heart was. It felt so cold but yet at the same time...there was an inexplicable feeling. The feeling you get on the final two days of a never-ending exam or even the final two mouthfuls of a particularly foul-tasting food. Multiplied a hundred times over.
Wait...was this relief she was feeling? Was she glad that the love of her life was dead? What could have possessed her to think such sick, twisted thoughts? Without warning, Laura screamed once more, making everyone around jump. As the doctors and nurses did their best to soothe her, suddenly some men in uniforms appeared.
"Laura Hanson?" A tall moustached policeman came to her. "Our investigations show that your boyfriend Tommy's death was caused by foul play. Apparently someone disabled his brakes just before the race, and some people reported seeing you enter the garage at around that time. Now, if you would just follow us back for some questioning..."
Slowly her hazy mind came into focus as Laura recalled all of this afternoon's events. Like the pages of a storybook slowly they unfolded...her incredible jealousy upon seeing Tommy with Wendy...following him to the stock car registration office...eavesdropping to find out which car he would be using...disabling the brakes like her father's workers had taught her...watching in both glee and horror as his car crashed and burned...then going home to that horrible phone call which landed her here.
It was too late. Now the other Laura had taken over her. The meaner, nastier, crueller Laura who got angry very easily. And when she got angry, really, really bad things happened. From the corner of her eye, a silver scalpel on a tray gleamed ever so brightly. It seemed sharp enough to kill someone.
With an uncharacteristic furious roar she broke free of the doctor and nurses and grabbed the scalpel. Who should she aim it at? Anyone would do. The incompetent doctor who failed to save Tommy, the meddling nurses who put their hands on her, the evil policemen who wanted to take her away, or even...her cursed mother who made her the way she was.
At that very moment, somehow the kind, gentle Laura managed to force her way out. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! No more hatred! No more anger! No more killings! She wanted once more to be normal, to be with her beloved Tommy.
Laura drove the scalpel straight into her chest.

...as told by mOkKiEs at 8:11 AM