The World Goes Away
The bottle breaks into a millions shards as it hits the kitchen wall.
"FUCK!"
Without thinking she walks through the broken glass to grab another bottle of whiskey. Leaving bloody foot prints she walks back to the couch. Breaking the seal on the bottle, she downs brown liquid. The acrid burn feels good to her. Her mind is on fire.
"I DID THIS!"
She downs more of the fire liquid. Her mind is growing ever more numb. Her chest feels likes it has been shredded open. The rawness of it is too much.
"me"
She slams the bottle down on the table in front of her. Looking at the morning news paper. The headlines burn into her eyes.
"you left me."
She empties the whiskey bottle. Her chest is on fire. Not even the tears falling from her eyes can cool the heat. Her mind is foggy.
"gone"
She reads the headlines again and again. "Boston M.E. Found Murdered In Home." She grabs the Glock 9 from the table.
"I love you"
She places the barrel to her left temple. No shaking, no thinking twice, no regrets.
"I'm sorry I failed you"
The trigger is pulled, the hammer tilts back, then the hammer slams into the firing pin. The explosion from the barrel is sharp and fast. The hurt, the pain, and the world goes away.
