Strong Minds, Fragile Hearts.

Drowning Sacrifices

The thought of killing someone terrified her. But the thought of killing herself made her debate the choices.

Was taking your life consider bad?

Was it a sin?

She didn't know...

She drowned deeper in the oceans of regret and... something. She can't recall what was the second reason for her to feel so depressed.

She watched the water swayed and lightly splash as she sat in the tub.

The water looked clear despite her tainted soul. The soul which have committed so many sins, the soul which has lost all hope and have drowned in the depths of self-loathing.

She sank lower and lower and lower.

She heard muffled noises like the honking of the car and opening of the door but she turned a blind eye on it.

She watched as her breathe left her lungs forming bubbles.

Her throat started to stink painfully, her lungs on fire.

She realized it.

This was it...

Killing yourself may seem like the only option left but it is the only escape from this world's hatred.

She wished the world would be more...

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"Hey!"

She felt herself being wrapped in warm towel in warm hands.

"You do realize you almost died." It was a statement not a question.

"I know." She tells him, staring at the white ceiling.

"You promised me." He said with a trembling voice.

Yes, the second reason was him, wasn't it?

The only person who made her feel worthless but why?

Maybe it was because he cut her in bits and pieces and thrown the parts which he didn't like. He stitched her in all the wrong places just to fit his perspective.

"I couldn't control myself." She told him, looking at his face.

His face was a mess. His eyes told so many untold secrets and his lips curled down in a deep frown.

"I will do anything for you to stop this madness." He cried, tears flowing down his cheeks.

His tears fell on her face like rain.

But do these salty water in form of tears hold any meaning at all?

He watched her in misery. He watched as she failed many times in recovery from this...

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She was like a broken glass for him. But, he doesn't mind it, not at all.

He would pick her up thousands of time even if it meant being pricked by her sharp edges.

Even it meant being killed by her.

Because in this cruel watery misery of a world, we have to make...

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