He held her in his arms. Her blood in pools on the floor from her wrists and an empty bottle of pills by her feet. Her eyes were barely open, and she's not strong enough to hold on.
His eyes filled with tears, and he's begging her to hold on.
Every hint she had dropped today, this week, this month came to mind. He couldn't believe he didn't see it.
As she fell silent he yelled for help.
Tears streamed down his face.
Blood poured out her wrists.
No one ever came to help.
No one ever would.
No one ever did.
No one.
Ever.
This is what drove her to the edge and why no one could pull her back.
She gave up all hope in humanity and herself. She was too broken, and not all things that are broken get fixed.
He held onto her, not wanting her to leave him. Her hands going cold and covered in a thick layer of blood. Her eyes with the last flicker of life fluttered shut and her shaky breathing came to a sudden halt. Her life was taken away, as well as his hope.
YOU ARE READING
My Escape In Writing
De TodoA book where I write some poetry and short stories and stuff like that. I love to write so I think this will be nice for me to write and for you to read.
