Her hands ripped away at the wallpaper, the more she dug her nails into the walls the more she could hear their screams.
Her finger tips dripping with blood from where the screws in the wall sliced her hands and her nails had split in half, tears ran down her face mixing with her mascara, causing more of a mess when she wiped it away with her hand.
"MY BABIES." She sobbed trying to put her fist through the wall. "I'M GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THERE." She searches frantically for her husbands tools picks up a sledgehammer with her and her husbands last name engraved on the side and hit the wall repeatedly
...bang!...Bang!...BANG!
Finally as the whole wall crumbles she walks over to her babies. "I'm so sorry I didn't hear you guys sooner." she kissed them each on the forehead and put them in their cribs and slowly made her way to the kitchen. Blood still dripping from her fingertips, she starts making dinner as if she can't feel what has happened.
The front door started to open not even 15 minutes later. "Honey I'm home... have you made dinner." Her husband walked over and kissed her on the forehead before looking down in absolute terror, "Maise what happened to your hands, don't you feel that you need to go to the hospital."
She grinned with the blankest look on her face. "I was just trying to save our girls." He stared down at his feet, " Maise the miscarriages weren't your fault."
She slammed his plate of dinner on the floor. "They are fine and in their cribs don't lie to me."
He put his face in his hands, absolutely defeated, walked to the upstairs guestroom, and hung himself.
If only he had taken his meds that morning.
