"I cant do this anymore" katrina stated, looking at her pale reflection in the mirror. She looked over at the almost empty bottle of gin and the pill bottle full of pain killers. She turned and checked if her bathroom door was locked, and indeed it was. She didn't need her nosey brother walking in on what she was about to do.
Walking back over to her small porcelain sink, she bowed her head and closed her eyes and silently sobbed. "So this is what it comes down to" she mumbles. She looked down at her almost noticeable baby bump and apologized for the actions that were about to take place.
Sniffling, she picked her head back up and grabbed the bottle of pain killers. She opened up the small bottle and put as many as she could fit into her mouth. She then grabbed the bottle of gin and held it up to her lips. She hesitated. She couldnt believe what she was actually about to do. She had never been the suicidal type. With a tilt of the bottle, she was sure enough swallowing the pills. Stumbling back, Katrina hit the bathroom door and dropped the gin bottle.
Hearing glass break, Derrick followed the sound to his sisters bathroom. "Trina? You okay in there?" there was no answer. "Katrina, open this door right now!" Derrick said beating on the door and twisting the doornob. Derrick fumbled with the doorknob for a while before it finally broke and he went to his sister's aid. He called an ambulance on his phone while cradling Katrina on his arm. Not long after, paramedics rushed in putting Katrina on a gurney. "Baby sis what did you do to yourself" Derrick said sorrowfully. He knew that this would not sit well with the press.
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His Purple Tie
Художественная прозаHaving the town mayor as a Husband isnt the easiest. Katrina always had to worry about being the perfect wife in the public eye. To the people they were the perfect married couple; behind closed doors he was abusive in ever way possible. A happy Kat...
