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All Good Things Come To An End
It never should have ended like this... Anyone
but her. She would've made such a difference for
us all, I shouldn't be laying here cradling her
quiet, fading body, feeling like this is all my fault.
Maybe I... She needed me more than Tracy ever did and
even though I was of her and the possibility of the control
she would have over me. I should have done so much more than I did,
I promised I would never let her get as bad as Karla did and now look where I am!
I broke the one promise I never should have and look at what it's done to her.
She's so cold to touch but in a way she seems perfect. She has the slightest smile
on her lips and her hand is resting in mine, I always thought she had a beautiful
smile and it broke my heart to never see it. This has to be the one time I've
Believed her smile to be a truly happy one. Her skin is soft against my hand, we must
have been sitting here a while as her blood feels cold on my shirt.
I pick her up from the floor and carry her to the bath. I run the water as I undress
her lifeless body. I go and find a needle and thread and wash her down and seal her
wound. I dry her off and dress her in a simple black dress and do her make up, place
her shoes on her feet and slide her bracelets around her wrists. I lay her on the
bedroom floor next to me and hold her hand as I lean over and close her eyes, I kiss
her gently on the cheek and sit up. Maybe... Maybe she is actually happy? Maybe my
promise wasn't broken... Ah who am I kidding? I stuffed her life up so badly.
I remove my shirt and pick up the still bloody knife and place the tip to my ribs.
I breath deeply for the last time as I hear her mother come through the door. The
knife digs deep and I see her mothers face as I fall. I close my eyes and hope they
find my note explaining everything. I'm not sorry and have only one regret, that I
could not save her.