![]() ![]() All I know is that tonight, I actually faced my fear and I survived it. I know people are supposed to mourn the loss of life. For the first time in what seems like an eternity I can breathe. Even if he can no longer hurt me.Ī shuddering sob pushes its way out of me. If I were a braver person, I would’ve placed my ear to his chest to just make sure that his cold, blackened heart had stilled. His glassy eyes have lost their focus, and his skin its color. I drop the broken bottle, the glass shattering as it hits the ground, and fall to my knees. My entire body shakes, adrenaline still pumping through my veins. ![]() ![]() No one can survive that much blood loss, not even the monster at my feet. There’s far too much of it staining the kitchen’s polished floors. It’s splashed across my chest, and to my horror, I can taste a few droplets on my lips. There’s blood on my hands, blood between my toes, blood speckled in my hair. ![]()
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