It has been months after Emily gave birth to her baby girl. However, the cord was wrapped around the babys neck, sufficating her, when she came out she was a bluish grey color. She wasnt crying. She wasnt breathing. Needless to say, the baby died durning birth.
Months has gone by, Emily couldnt take the pain anymore. She started cutting. Which numbed the pain for a little while until it didnt. But Emily didnt stop. She couldnt stop. Draging the blade across her skin over and over again. When she ran out of room she would run the blade over the older cuts. You know what they always say, physical pain hides the mental. Though what they dont tell you is mental pain is always worse then physical. Depression is called the silent killer for a reason.
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A year later on her the day that would have been her babys birthday, Emily just couldnt take the pain anymore. She got tired of hiding all of her cuts. But she didnt want anyone to ask if she was okay. God knows she wasnt. She has had the worst thing humanly possible happen to her. She didnt want to live anymore. She couldnt.
She grabbed all of her pill bottles. Downed them with liquor. She grabbed the biggest knife from the kitchen and ran it across both of her wrists. She slides down the wall and closes her eyes as fate takes her away.
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The bright light shinning away, with her babygirl in front waiting for her. Finally Emily has been reunited with her baby girl.
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Lost love
Short Storyhe was everything she had. she gave up everything for him. she thought it was all perfect until the night everything changed for the worst.
