Dead Man's Regret

It had been all my fault…I’d made a bastard of my now blue baby and a corpse of the wife I had loved so much. I couldn’t accept the fact I was below my wife, that I was on the same level as those that worked my land. I plan to set the slaves free with this letter. Those I had treated so awfully. It was my origin that had been touched with the “brand of slavery,”.
I had burned every remnant of them both. Gave nothing recent to her mourning mother and her silently suffering father. I’d been cruel… Left to drown in my heavy thoughts and crushing regrets, to think what if I had burned my pride instead of the memories, what if I had constrained myself from the violence rather than give in.
However, no apologies will bring her back. I would never see her smile or see him grow up. I don’t deserve to live in the world we had once walked together. To apologize to a crying mother and a pained father. I will blind thy eyes and curse thy scornful mouth.
I will doom the life I have left to live; by not living it at all. This will be my final goodbye; Dear Mr. and Mrs. Valmonde, I am a coward. Unable to face you I put meaning into the ink I write on this paper. I’m sorry, nothing can rectify the pain I’ve caused you so I will show you with actions not my words.
– Armand La’bri

Setting down the pen, I stand from the desk and look out the window. Opening the window, I found myself at the top of my house.”Hello Satan” I breathed, now standing on the edge full of sorrow I jumped to the pits of hell. My vision is black and now, I’m what I pushed my wife to be: a corpse.