Epilogue

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                             I  stood there, shocked, and devastated. But most of all I felt guilt, creeping in, like a ghost in the night.....I couldn't take this anymore. I wish I could just end this miserable life. What was the point? I breathed in a choked breath as I fell onto my knees. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I buried my face in my hands, Wishing I could wake up from this god-forsaken dream.

                           I saw a red glimmer, I reached down into the ashes and pulled out some singed red ribbons. The ones  I had put in their hair that morning. Before I had time to react, I heard a loud boom. Then another. A high-pitched whine was all I could hear after that. Everything was blurry. Then black. I let go and closed my eyes for the last time. This was It. 


                                        I was done. I was ready. I gave up. I was broken.

                                                         But most of all, I was free

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