Save our Dignity

Chapter Three

She limped on, wincing at every step. She got to the kitchen and looked back to make sure no one was coming. The tears have stopped and now drying on her swollen, red face.

Her mind raced as she moved closer to the kitchen shelves. Her heart screamed at her not to do it but then her body cried out to her to quickly get it done. Her soul was terrified at the moment but the pain she felt in her body didn't make her want to have a second thought.

All she could think of is how to get rid of the persistent pain, once and for all. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she reached out for the shelf. She managed to open the shelf and look inside with her flashlight but it wasn't there. She checked the next shelf but it wasn't there either.

She got frustrated after minutes of searching to no avail.
"Where on earth did she keep it?" She said angrily. "Oh, damn!" Her hands formed into a fist and started hitting the shelf. In the process of so much hitting, some items fell from a shelf.

"Wait, I haven't checked this shelf, have I ?" She asked rhetorically and moved closer to the isolated shelf, yanked it open.

Lo and behold! There it was. A satisfactory smile crawled up her reddened face. She reached out for it but stopped Midway. Her hands resumed shaking terribly. Tears started dripping from her swollen eyes.

Her breathing seized due to the fright. She started panicking, gasping for air. She was bemused about what to do. Whether to reach out for what was on the shelf and stop any form of pain she felt or reach out to her pocket and use the inhaler.

The devil echoed into her mind, sat comfortably in it and persuaded her. She jerked forward and grabbed the sharp glittering knife, stared at it for a moment.

Hot, painful tears rolled down her cheekbones. She wanted to scream, Shout and stab herself once and for all but she was a coward. She knew she couldn't do it even though she wished for death every single day.

She was still gasping for air. Her throat went dry, her veins popped out. Her body went pale and shook. The knife fell from her weak, thin hand as she went down on her knees.

She managed to take out her inhaler and used it to her satisfaction.

"I can't do this. Or can I?" She asked herself and looked at the knife beside her. She took it and stared at it."

"No, no, no. I have had enough... And those were her last words.

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