Mary Surratt Last Words Novels & Stories

“Don’t tell me you fancy the little murderer standing there.” My jaw tightens. “You’re getting out of line, Matt.” “She’s the old lady,” I say quietly. “That’s final. Anyone who has a problem with it can take it up with me after the funeral.” Matt’s hands clench into fists. “You’re making a mistake.” I turn to her. “Mrs. Harrington,tomorrow before sunrise. Full honors.” Surprisingly, she nods. With that, I bolt out of the hall. ***************************** After hours on the balcony, there are no more tears to give, so I bolt back inside.

The officer questioned. I gasped and quickly put my hands over my mouth. Ms. Larisa was dead? Our nice, hard-working housekeeper who liked to make us nice Latina dishes was dead? "My goodness, what happened to her?" Mr. Jonah demanded. "Answer my question," the officer insisted. "I already told you that she left last night around 9 o'clock after making us dinner. Now, tell me what happened to her!" Mr. Jonah yelled at the officers. My nostrils flared and I felt my heart stop in my chest.

“Didn’t you love to act before? You like faking miscarriages, right? Then let’s make it real this time.” Tears and blood ran down her face. “I’m sorry! Please!” He stood. “Barrett already signed you over to me,” he said with chilling finality. “So pray you die quickly… because if you don’t, I’ll make sure you suffer until your last breath.” ********

As we began to loose consciousness, I watched the woman walk over to were Margaret had sat herself up against the wall. I watched as Margaret raised her hand, awaiting assistance, but her expression quickly turned to despair. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot echoed through the room, and Margaret's arm fell lifelessly to her side. The last image etched into my fading vision was a bloodied hole in the center of her forehead before darkness engulfed everything.

“I was just going to say something to the extent of, ‘I’m alive and in America. You will hear more from me soon.’ To the police, I would say, ‘I wanted to inform you that I set sail on Titanic on April 10 and have arrived safely in New York on Carpathia. I was not with Ezra Bitterly or Charlotte Ross when they left my mother’s home and have no knowledge of the whereabouts of Miss Ross. I am happy to answer any inquiries you may have.’ Does that sound about right to you?” She nodded, but she wondered how he happened to know the last names of the pair in question. She had known Charlotte for quite some time yet had no idea what her surname was. “Yes, that sounds perfect.” She wasn’t surprised

Her lips quivered as she spoke. “Ethan… tell Pearl I never slept with Raymond. I loved him as a friend, nothing more. Please… forgive Lauren. I love her. I pray you choose her, in the end.” She winced, tears streaking her face. “I loved Viola… Taylor… and most of all, you, Ethan. Lauren is the only woman I loved after them. I love you all…” Her chest rattled with one last sob. Slowly, her eyes closed. The doctor checked her pulse, then looked grim. “Time of death, 12:22 a.m. Wednesday. Charlotte Warper, confirmed dead.”

A triumphant look adorned her beautiful face. "The rat died the instant my needle entered its body" With twinkling eyes, she proudly raves. But the two women could not share her enthusiasm. "See, I'm great with needles" she giggles but it does not placate the two. "Can you believe that? It only takes one second to kill. Will you not commend me?" She shakes her head in disbelief at their disregard. "It died from an overdose" Margaret anxiously whispers while Shella is too shaken to speak.

"H-app-y m-marriage a-aniversary A-lexan-der...." Today is 19th December! Her wrist that holds the 19th December written in black ink, fell on the bed from his hold. Those were her last words as she inhaled a sharp breath, closing her eyes before her body sagged and the line on the monitor went straight. *beep...........* "NO!!!!" His agonising screams shook the walls as the thunder roared loudly and the rain poured heavily as if crying in pain. Mourning....

One inserted deep into her heart, and another straight to her belly, coming out of her back. “Violet!” Sara screamed, as the reality of the situation dawned on her. Her head span as Violet slowly drop to the ground. “My lady… this is the… last thing I can do for you. I am sorry, I can't be there for you again. Please protect yourself, and leave…quickly.” These were the words that escaped Violet as she struggled to catch her breath, breathing her last, as the cold hands of death snatched away her soul from her.

Richard replied and they left the restaurant and drove home, some months later, early in the morning, there was a post and speculation about someone that was murdered and dumped at the three junctions in the heart of the city when she read the news and she discovered that It was Angela and all the vital parts of her body were removed and police were called, and her remaining body was carried to the mortuary in the hospital, and she screamed and burst into tears, she called Angela's boyfriend, his line was switched off, but Angela's family was traced and some days later Angela was buried on her acquired land in her village,