Prologue

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     As I starred blankly at the mirror, I thought to myself: what have I done?  The words rushed to my mind, blinding me of what was reality and what was.. well, not. 

I grabbed hold of the mirror, hoping that it would give me some balance I got up slowly using the mirror as a cane. When both of my feet were balanced on the ground, I let go of my hold on the mirror. As I let go, I saw the print I left on the mirror. It reminded me of smeared red ink.  

       I moved around the room, walking to calm myself down. This is what my Mom told me to do when I was a child. She said anger issues where issues that could be solved by relaxing and letting all your anger out. She would be proud of me, I let all my anger out just like she said, by getting rid of the problems that I had. 

I could always depend on Mom. She knew just what to say, even in my darkest most scariest moments, she was there for me. 

     As I moved around the room, I spotted a hole in the wall where the sun shone through and bounced off the wall onto the mirror. This is it, this was God telling me that I was going to heaven for releasing and helping those who were blind during this tough time. 

   I heard footsteps. This was my moment I was to be punished for awhile but not for long because I knew the angels would come and get me, because they were always by my side. I hear them you know, they are in my head, they whisper to me.

"Hands up!" I smiled and put my hands behind my head.

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