I sat in the evening silence. There is no way they could know. I haven't told anybody; didn't even write it down. Please no. Please God no. I held my head in my hands.
These are the thoughts that constantly came up again and again that day. The day that ruined the rest of my life.
I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT! I thought, now pulling at my hair.
I was only 16. I couldn't handle the pain. I walked to my room, throwing the door open, and swiped everything off my desk and every counter top. Just going wild, thrashing about in my room
Why don't they understand the pain I have already went through because of this? I stood and just sobbed for a second. Where is it? WHERE IS IT?!?
Now searching everywhere for the one thing that could take the pain away. I threw the covers off the bed. Then looking under. Found it. I took out a box. I opened the lid. Dumped it. Searching through it frantically with tears just pouring and loud sobs coming out my mouth.
I picked it up, looking at for a second. The edges were a little worn, but it was all I needed still in this moment. Finally I just hugged to my chest. It was a picture of my mother. Who of course was gone. Well whose fault is that.
Mine. Yes, it's mine. My breathing started to slow. And my eyelids got droopy.
I killed her. I KILLED HER. I screamed out with frustration.
I killed my mother. I looked at my wrist, the blood was calming for me to see.
I died then.
To my luck though ( Ha!) My life didn't end there.
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OF MY OWN CONFESSIONS (Wil Ohsmford love story)
FanfictionI'm Enoleia. I went through hell my first stage of life. I thought it would be all over then I woke up to Elves and demons. Yeah all that good stuff. All this put on me also turns out I'm a protector of the Shannara. _______________________________...
