"Life's already hard as it is with creatures that you tell your children about at night being real. But Now zombies? And this was because someone opened Pandora's box."
"Doesn't mean we need to keep it a secret."
"Look at them, do you honestly belie...
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains content of depression, suicidal thoughts, self harm, and mention of alcohol abuse.
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-Unwanted memory-
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I looked into the mirror, as dead eyes starred at me. I looked at the table and grabbed a glass bottle putting in to my lips and chugging it. I tried to walk straight but I ended up crashing into the table and into the chair.
I sat down taking another chug of beer before slamming it down on the table. Many pictures were scattered all over the table. I picked up two of them. In my left was a picture of my ultrasound and in my right were my brothers, my husband, and Bobby. I felt my eyes burn and my vision blurry. I close my eyes and felt something wet run down my face. I began to sob.
"Anywhere you go, let me go to... Love me, that's all I ask of you!" I sang through my tears.
"You alone can make my song take flight... IT'S OVER NOW! THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT!!" I sang loudly as I grabbed the bottle and threw it at the mirror I had started at a while ago making it shatter. I looked at it.
Maybe I should just end it...no one will miss me... I thought.
I took out my phone and dialed a number and waited for it to ring. Tears kept flowing down none stop. "Hello?" A voice called.
"Hiya Sammy!" I slurred.
"Daph? Wait a minute- are you drunk?"
"Why not?"
"Where are you? I'm going to pick you up."
"I don't know, I just want to sleep." I said looking at the shattered glass pieces on the floor.
"Take a nap."
"I want to sleep forever..." I began humming the tune of the last lyrics from the musical. "Sammy, I'm tired, I don't want to do this anymore..."
"Daphne? Hold on, I'll be there in a bit." I stood up and walked to the pieces on the floor bending down and grabbing a piece.
"Don't bother, just stay where you are, I'm going to sleep forever." I held the phone between my ear and shoulder.
"Come on Daph!"
"They're all like sand...I hold them and they slip through my fingers...I don't want to loose anyone else Sammy. I'm sorry..." I place the sharp tip of the glass on the palm of my hand and pressed it making blood come out. I winced. I continued to cut small parts of my skin with the piece before throwing it back on the floor.
"Daph, don't do anything stupid! Stay on the line!" I smiled softly.
"It's over now the music of the night..." I sang over the phone as I grabbed it and threw it on the table. I walked to the bed, ignore my little brothers calls from the phone.
I sat on the end side of the bed and picked up my gun."One for everyone, mom, dad, Dean, Ryden, Isabella...forgive me for not being strong enough..." I smile softly as I raised my head and closed my eyes. I brought the gun to under my chin and pulled back the hammer.
"Close your eyes and let the music set you free..." I sang softly about to pull the trigger when the door suddenly busted open to reveal a sweating and heavy breathing Sam. He ran to me and took my gun before throwing it to the floor and tackling me in a big hug.
"Please, please don't leave me too." I suddenly felt sober again as I realized what I was about to do. I could feel my brother's nail digging deep into my arm as he held me tight and close.
"I'm so sorry Sam," I cried into his chest. He let go of me and looked at my arms. I looked at his face and he had tears in his eyes.
"You have me and Bobby." he said before he went to go find a med kit to fix my wounds. I smiled softly.
"Yeah...I have you two...thank you Sam." I said as he sat down next to me and began fixing my cuts.
I began to realize...when you hold sand, some grains fall through your fingers but some stay on your palm, Sammy and Bobby stayed, that's enough for me.
