I heard them dying.
I heard them being slaughtered.
And the pain of knowing it was my fault was too much to bear.
How many wives will wait for husbands they will never see again?
How many mothers will mourn for sons who fell to the enemies blade?
There cries haunt me at night. I should never have left Sparta. All this is the result of my selfishness.
All those soldiers sacrificed theirs lives for my folly.
Trojans and Greeks all killing each other for one person's greed.
As I watch the battles from atop the walls, and witness all the bloodshed, I wonder to myself,
"Was it worth all this?"
The court is confident that Troy win, but they do not know Agamemnon. They do not know that he will not stop until the last babe has been tossed from the walls.
The Greeks will tear down Troy's gates and unleash chaos in he proud city.
"Stop," I tell myself, "Stop. It has been done. It can not be changed."
And then I look into the mirror and see the cause of my heartache.
"I hate you," I shrieked, "I HATE YOU!"
The glass mirror shatters as I throw my brush into it.
Laughing like the maniac I have become, I walk towards the broken glass.
Crouching, I pick up a shard, and slide it across my wrists,ending my pain.