Life in a Snapshot

I wish I could take it back. Everything. I regret all the mean jabs I made at him to hurt his self-esteem when I was angry; all the fights that usually resulted in door-slammings and tears; and I especially regret the last words I ever said to him.

'I hate you Brandon. GET OUT!'

These words echo in my mind like a song on repeat. I didn't mean it. I loved him with every fiber of my being. But when one is angry, it controls every thought in your head.

We had our entire future planned out: anywhere from the type of wedding ring I wanted to what nursing home we would move into when we became little and gray. In one split second, all of that was snatched away.

At this thought, I was consumed by black and the last thing I remember is my head smacking against the cold linoleum floor of my apartment's kitchen.