The tears fell effortlessly on to the blank page. Nothing seemed right. Everything was going down the opposite path she had planned. But it never seemed to matter; no one ever mattered.
Picking up the bottle she looked at its contents. There were 50 of them. That was more than enough to get the job done but could she actually go through with it? That was more the question then if it would work. She kept glancing at the clock on her ihome and wished more than anything that time would pass. If time passed then it would be over with and she wouldnt have to feel it; wouldnt have to feel the sorrow raking through her heart.
"I hate you. I hate you so much" she whispered down to her lap. Her head was down in shame and her tears fell upon her blue jeans.
"I wish I had never met you...I wish it was just a dream.." It was another broken whisper upon the cold air.
It was freezing in her house. She sat upon a simple wooden chair at the antique table. Her hands were clenched into tight fists except one was holding a bottle.
The front dorr creaked open but she didnt look up. She didnt care to see who it was. Sadly though, she already knew. She could feel his very presence and it sickened her to the point of physically hurting. The nerve of him, mocking her in her very own haven. He had no right to be here, he had no right after what he had done.
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