I Don't Write Happy Endings

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I don’t write happy endings

SBN Breaking News

“The Famous Author of the well-loved books by young ladies ‘She wants a Fairytale’ will be visiting St. George Café tomorrow morning. Jillian Daters who is a medical technologist by profession will be giving her fans the opportunity to have their books signed. Ms. Daters made a successful debut in writing “She wants a Fairytale” last summer. Thereafter, Dreamcast Studio made it a movie set to hit the big screen late summer next year. The successful medical technologist turned writer shocked the world after offering readers a new intense style of stories. This is your gossip informer Teresa Genes.”

Yes, that’s me on the news. All my efforts had paid off after all. A successful writer. What more can I ask for? Isn’t this what I have always wanted?

After he dumped me or, shall I say I dumped him, I felt and became so much better. I got myself back on track and got to do whatever I wanted. Well, wasn’t that good enough to make him regret his decisions? Who’s the loser now?

Jillian Daters, Writer, Young, Talented, Beautiful, Smart, a Woman and Just recently became single.

I look at the mirror everyday and I see the same old me. No matter how I sort my hair, put my makeup or change the way I look, I am still what I am in front of the mirror inside and out.

After that bastard dumped me I was never the same again. Along with his flight, he took away what I know I could have become.

I was a fool to build my dreams around him --I was a fool to love him. Yet the question, ‘how come he never came back for me?” Was that so easy for him to leave me? Was there any love left? Or perhaps he never loved me in the first place?

I knew from the very start it was going to be difficult. It was like a game of Cat-and-Mouse or Tug-‘O-War. I had kept trying to work things out, to make the relationship work but why the hell did it end up like it was my entire fault?

They say he had gone tired of understanding me. Haven’t they seen my efforts? I got tired too. I became stagnant and could not seem to move on. All those years we spent together had gone to waste.

Then my mother called me, “Dear, that was why we were so protective of you. We didn’t want you to get hurt but your father said we should let go of you. You can never appreciate a flower grow if you keep watching it. Let the rain and sunshine bless it so that a flower can bloom.

“And he was right. You will never learn if we keep you so much in our hold. It might be too painful but it will make you a better person. This is part of growing up and this is part of what we call life. We believe so much in you that we know you can always stand up after every fall. And if that man leaves you, don’t forget that he’s the only one who’s leaving. The part of a greater whole in you is still stays with you. Just look back around and you will see your family and friends will always be there to catch you.”

I looked at myself in the mirror a second time afterward and I saw a better me. I wiped off my tears, had my hair done and put on a nice armor of makeup. “No, Jillian Daters is not bitter. She is GOOD!”

I went on with my life and I started doing what I love doing most --writing. I wrote down my love story which later became a book. I wrote it not for him but for every girl to know that life’s happy endings is our choice.

I started dating again and actually started to have fun! I began to know myself better and to move on.

Then my book got published and became a best selling sensation. I felt the change within my grasp and as I saw my name in the papers. My name got whispered around to a loud clamor as my name and my photos got more spots on television shows. I became famous to the point of being a source of quotable quotes myself.

“This world should never be just a patriarchal society. Every woman should deserve a fair share of everything. We have been created equal and are thus equal regardless of gender. Fairytales of princesses as damsels in distress are all too absurd! Women should not be taken in by foolish chauvinistic tales meant to feed the masculine ego. These are just ploys for us to look easy and too weak. These I shall keep proving wrong! This is the reason why I do not write happy endings for there are none. We determine how we make our endings. We can actually choose to make them happy ones!”

Yes, that was me again saying my final words at a late night show interview. I have moved on so far now. I said those words in a manner so strong I even trembled with conviction after watching myself in the boob tube. Partly thanks to him for morphing me into this and many thanks to my dear mother for shaking me off a living nightmare. It had been a long day and a long night. Now, it was time to get a well deserved long rest.
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Knock..Knock. Knock.. The loud rapping resonated around my apartment.

Now, who the hell could be disturbing my peace at this time of the night? I got down and tried to check on the person at my door.

“Who is it?” I said haggardly to the closed door. .

“Jillian, it’s me Ray! Can I come in please? I need to talk to you about that interview you gave tonight”

“Oh Ray! It’s very late, what’s so important about it that can’t wait ‘till in the morning?” I opened the door wide and bade him in.

“Can I get you something to drink? You look so tired.”

“Oh no, don’t bother. I’m good. I just came here to tell you about the audience reaction about your last statement in that interview.” Ray looked strangely nervous and gloomy at the same time.

Curious now, my tiredness abated some to ask, “Okay, what about it then?”

“It’s just that some male viewers didn’t like what you said”, he said thickly.
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“Is that all? I don’t see any problem in that…” my words hung when he reached into his left pocket to draw out a pocket knife.

“Well now it will be a problem bitch!”

I was reduced to mere horrified gasps as I felt the cold steel of the knife he plunged into my chest several times as he spat out, “This one is for my brother! You whore! And this one is for hurting me!”

Then, I knew nothing more.

SBN Breaking News:

Early this morning the New York Police Department found the body of well renowned novelist Miss Jillian Daters sprawled by the front door of her Manhattan apartment. NYPD received the call at 6:34 A.M. from Ms. Daters’ housekeeper Mrs. Maria Castillo who discovered her body when she came in to do her usual routine.

Forensics reports reveal that Ms. Daters’ was concluded to have died from massive hemorrhage sustained from three stab wounds on her chest. She also sustained a fractured right arm that gave evidence to a struggle. Ms. Daters was last seen right here on our studio last night for an interview spot at the Clark Lewis Late Nights with Fame show.

The NYPD is still looking at the angle of robbery with homicide. Initial investigation by the police found the apartment ransacked and Mrs. Castillo confirmed that some of Ms. Daters’ personal belongings have gone missing.

The suspect has yet to be identified and apparently remains at large.

Jillian Daters was the author of one of today’s most popular books “She Wants A Fairytale” that had taken mostly female audiences by storm. She was scheduled for an autograph signing of her book at 4:00 this afternoon at St. George Café.

Now, instead of the book signing, her fans will be trooping to her apartment building where they have begun laying out a shrine of candles, flowers, and posters expressing their grief, devotion to their heroine, and their clamor for justice over the gruesome crime. While the family of Ms. Daters and the rest of the world are still in shock over her sudden demise, her avid fans are holding a prayer vigil.

That’s about it for this hour’s breaking news, this Teresa Genes reporting live at the SBN newsroom.