I stared numbly at the shattered mirror before me. Blood trickled down my fingertips, plummet down too the tiled floor. I could feel the torment enveloping me as memories of the barely developed fetus was removed from my body. I held my hand to my stomach, deep in thought. I had a living, growing child hidden within me. But I killed it. I killed him. I killed her. I'm a murderer. It's all my fault. Maybe if I was more careful. Just maybe this innocent life would not have to suffer. Maybe it could of had a future. Maybe I could have given it too my father, that way it would be safe. So many what ifs.
I timidly picked a sharp angular piece of glass, pulling it close to my chest. I close my bathroom door, securing it. I then strip off my ratty clothes, stepping into the tub. I shudder, and turn the cold water on. The glass still resting in my hand.
The reflective surface, revealing my dull eyes, and flimsy existence. The water filled the tub quickly, engulfing my brittle frame. I bury my head beneath the clear water, letting a scream echo throughout. All of my despair released beneath. Muffled by the water spilling out, and filling the empty void.
I wish it could fulfill the empty void within me too.....
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This Is My Goodbye
Short Story"She was like a star, nothing but a beautiful echo of death" Ultimately I had to choose an escape from my past. For years, the constant weight of what they all did, has brought me to my knees, I forgive those who have wronged me. And accept judgemen...
