My end of days
My whole body went limp as my mothers words hit my body like someone had come with a big vacuum cleaner and sucked all of the energy out of me.
“I know mum, I know. I have always been a silly girl haven’t I?” I said meekly forcing my face to smile at her. “I am sorry that I’m so stupid. I am sorry about so much, I’m sorry… So sorry.” I moaned pushing past my mother further into the house and on up the stairs to the first floor.
“Esmee where are you going? Are you OK?”
“I am fine mum. I just have to use your loo if that is OK.” I whispered the tears taking over me again as I picked up the pace so Id tacking the rest of the stars at a run.
“I’m fine. Really fine!” I sobbed as I reached the landing flung open the bathroom door and escaped inside locking the door behind me. It seemed strange and somewhat wrong but it looked like the stage for my suicide had been set. My end of days would come to me on my parent’s bathroom floor.
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