A Mind of Its Own

Didn't Have to Be This Way

Quinn stomped up the steps, making sure to make the room shake every step she took. She was still carrying the limp and now cold body of her Lisle. As she passed pictures of the family hanging on the wall, she smashed them or knocked them off causing the most damage she could. A piece of glass flew off of a frame and got stuck in her arm. With a blank expression she picked out the glass and threw it on the step. Quinn was infuriated to a point where she could not think of anything other than her anger.

As she reached her room, she swung the door open so hard, the handle of the door got stuck in the wall. Quinn didn't even think twice about it. She proceeded. She reached into the bottom drawer of her glossy, antique dresser and pulled out a box. It was a medium sized jewelry box with a broken heart engraved in gold on the top. Once more, the smile returned. She also went and got a picture of her and Vincent from the bottom lefthand corner of the mirror. She opened the latch of the box and carefully opened it. She threw the picture into the box like she was dealing cards, onto a bed of other pictures. The pictures were photographs of her with other men, all with the infamous car in the background.

"It didn't have to be this way," she thought.

She looked at her little boy and closed the box.