Madness

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She crawled to the kitchen cabinet, knife stuck in her back. A gunshot wound to her thigh. She reached inside and grabbed the pistol she always kept there. The one her father gave her on her third birthday.

To think, she was going to die on her anniversary. To the one she thought loved her. She grabs onto the top of the counter and brings herself to sitting. Then she turns around and looks at him. Maniacal grin showing his perfect white teeth, her blood splattered on his cheek.

The man chuckles. "Do you think that's going to stop you dying Ginger? Even if I do die, you will as well." He hisses.

She coughs, blood flying out of her mouth and onto the floor and her body. "I....I know that Aries, but that doesn't mean I still can't try. " she whispers, her voice husky from her scream from earlier.

She raises the gun, her hand shaking badly. She wasn't sure that she would make that shot. She had lost a lot of blood, and her vision was starting to become blurry. But, she did it anyways.

Her finger pulled the trigger, and the sound of the shot reverberated through the house. The pistol nearly flies back and hits her in the head. But in this weakened state, she could still keep it from doing that. Ginger looks at the body.

Aries had a hole in his head, and the blood trickled slowly on the kitchen tiles. There was a big splatter of blood on the wall, along with a bullet hole. She brought the gun close to her face, the wisp of smoke from the blackpowder was just barely distinguishable. She let's the gun fall to the ground, a loud clang reverberated through the kitchen. Just like the gunshot that killed her husband.

Ginger smiled. "Sweetwillow, sweetwillow, listen to my pleas. The garden has been planted right next the the seas. And my children and husband have been buried by the trees." she coughs again, more blood pouring out of her mouth. "Sweetwillow, sweetwillow, I have done thy dirty deeds."

Gingers eye lids grew heavy. And with a smile she closed them. The sounds of sirens fading in her ears. And the slowing of her heart comforting her to death.

Soft fingers ran across her cheek lightly as she drew her last breath.

"Sweetwillow.......... Sweetwillow.........."

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