Fallen Tears

Murderous Breaths

The Woman looked one more time at the newspaper "missing boy" She read. She had her coffee with her breakfast like every morning but she always felt empty. She sighed and put the mug down and walked upstairs to her room. She was always so annoyed with the creaky floor. many things about the house had changed since the incident. She had stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down trying not to cry as she approached her bedroom. She walked in and sat on the bed burying her face in her hands. Finally when she stopped crying, she looked around the room. She was always so full of regret. She slowly rose from her bed and walked to the bathroom where she just stared in the mirror for a hour at least until she punched it and let the blood fly off her hand. She smiled slightly "Another missing kid....another family who suffer for what I do." She smiles wider "but the joy of doing it makes it all worth while" She said breaking into a crackling laugh