Random Writing

I stand on the edge of the building up on the roof and I look down and think "How great would it be to fly and be free of everything and everyone. To not have any cares or worries like I have now on this earth. My parents are dead, my boyfriend is anything but"She looks down at the brusies on her arms and her right arm that was in a sling. "My boyfriend is dead to me. I gave my all to him and he still says i'm not good enough. How i wish to no longer feel any pain or sorrow. to just feel ... nothing. Nothing at all. Well this time it is over. I won't live to see the sun rise. I won't be a pawn to his hurt and abuse anymore. Mom and dad, I am sorry I have to leave like this. These thoughts in my head remind me of that one woman and man sang. A tout Le Monde. Translated the lyrics i learned are to everybody to all my friends. I love you. I have to go. This is how i feel. I love you all, but i cant let him catch me again." She gets closer to the edge and spreads her arms wide"Mom...dad I am coming to you now...I will see you soon." She falls foward, her body spiraling out of control as she fell off the 10th story of her apartment building. To land with a sickening thud and a sigh of her last breath, below. She felt no more pain, and she escaped her pain finally.



She sits in her bathrom, looking at the silver object on the pedastal sink. She stands from her place on the large gargen tub and picks it up, feeling its sharpness and blinks, it cuts her thumb. She wasn't expecting this at all, she looks at herself in the mirror. Her battered face looked back at her. Her parents didn't like her and her husband only wanted a pretty lay, not someone as ugly as her. He only married her because of her son, Jacob. He didn't love her and he abused her every day because he blamed her for getting pregnant. He was careful to have not hit her in the stomach and gave birth to him last week. Now today he leaves a razor out, and told her she would make good to use it. Well she has debated this now for the last two hours. She closes her eyes and sighs, running the razor over each wrist in turn, blood spilling out into the pedastal sink. She looks at her wrists with a blink and soon starts to feel light headed. She falls over, her eyes closing, and she knew no more.