Carrie

“When lights go down, I see no reason

For you to cry. We’ve been through this before.

In every time, in every season,

God knows I've tried

So please don't ask for more.”

The young mother stood outside of the house, singing softly to her 3-month-old daughter. Scorching tears ran down her young yet tired face. 

“Can't you see it in my eyes

This might be our last goodbye.”

She began to sob quietly.

“Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend

Carrie, Carrie, maybe we’ll meet again.”

She walked towards the door, each step putting her in more pain than before. She sat the baby’s car seat on the front porch and pulled a letter out of her purse. 

She sat the letter on the ‘Welcome’ mat and planted a kiss onto the baby’s forehead.

“God is watching over you, Carrie.”

The woman rang the doorbell twice and hid in the bushes. She watched as the man inside opened the door. 

“Well what’s this we have here.” he crooned softly. “Who would leave such a precious little baby out in the cold?”

He picked her up out of the car seat gently and grabbed her few belongings. 

The woman watched as the young man carried her Carrie inside of his house. 

‘Now that she’s gone, I might as well leave too.’ she thought to herself. 

She walked for hours onto the highway and stopped at the bridge. At the bottom, was a river. About 100 feet deep. She climbed onto the railing and ignored how fast her heart was racing. How sweaty she had become in 23-degree weather. How loud the cars honked behind her. How loud the drivers screamed at her.

She looked up at the stars and whispered softly, ”Forgive me, Carrie.” She finally let go and fell.