TW// suicide
She knew this day would come eventually, She was destined for it.
Destined to of had enough of life, her husband, her bills, anything.
When her son left, holding his favourite childhood toy, arms linked with his lover's, She knew.
She would walk to the post office and buy an envelope, She would write her will on a scrappy piece of paper, Writing down her wishes for her son's and husband's future.
She didn't want a big funeral, She just wanted to be buried, Buried so she couldnt be disturbed by the noises of her husband's drunken screams or the sound of skin on skin as he hit her.
Soon, pain would just be a pure illusion, She wouldnt feel it, She wouldn't have to feel it.
You can't feel pain when you're dead.
She would seal the paper inside the envelope and leave it on her son's bed.
She would text her son 'Goodbye, My dear, I love you'
And then she would write her note.
She wrote two, one for her beloved son and one for Everyone else.
Then it started, She got a knife and sat in the bath, Water still running.
Her last words before she slit her wrists were 'I'm finally free'
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I spy // Phan
FanfictionI spy the sun I spy a boy with blue eyes and black hair I spy someone who may never spy me I spy the rest of my life. TWs: mentions of Self harm and suicide [[COMPLETE]]
