Haunted

It was haunting her. Haunting her to the point of insanity. She wasn't going to tell. Why would she? It was a secret for her to only tell. No one was going to listen. No one was going to care. They'll say she's crazy, insane, psychotic. But who were they to judge? They're no better. No one was. The thought of it, whispering in the back of her mind. Taunting her, mocking her, trying to drive her further down the Devil's road. Her family warned her. She didn't listen. She ignored them. She decided this and now her hands were stained. She tried to express it through writing, that didn't work. She tried to use painting to ease her mind. It reminded her too much of it. She tried drinking the nights away but if follows her into her drunken dreams. Nothing was working. Nothing was going to erase her mind of these thoughts. She needed help. But who was truly going to help her

She felt tormented, mocked by the Devil as he watches her slowly spiral down into the pits of his own twisted hell. Hide, that's all she needs to do. She needed to hide. Hide herself from everyone, hide away from society. Just keep everything locked away to the end of her days. No one must know. No one will know. Only herself, the Devil, and God will know. Let it be buried with her, let it be forgotten from the days on end. Let it die. Just let it die. Let it dies in the fiery pits. Let it die in the depths of the coursing waters. Let it die.

. . .

They found her. Down by one sandbank along the Mississippi River. Her hair was drenched and covered with bits of sand, her face was slightly sunken from the process of decay, eyes wide open with a maggot peeing through the corner of her left eye. Her mouth was a little bit jarred. The only thing to indicate the true death of her was the marks around her neck. It looked as if she strangled herself to death. But how could one do such a thing? What possessed her to do such a thing? No, everyone knew her. She would never do such a thing. She was a loving woman. Loved by all. She was a loving wife with a kid. The only question is, where did the husband and child go? Did someone take them? Did the father kill her and took the child? They didn't have much time. Did they? Or did they run out of time already? No one knows nor, would they ever know. Right?