AN/ I know I should be working on my other story, but I was listening to some sad music...and this happened. TRIGGER WARNING- suicide
Hands gripping the steering wheel. Knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Tears falling onto the tattered, blood stained clothes. The sins committed never to be spoken of.
The shrill ring of a phone ignored only for it to sound out again. Louder. Louder. Louder. Deafening. Nothing.
The cars turns right into the gravel road. Deeper and deeper into the woods it goes.
The small home sits alone in the clearing. The trees and bushes Sneaking up.
The car door opens with a squeak. Closes with a groan.
The branches overhead rustle with the cold winter air. The footprints in the snow quickly disappear once the boot leaves, continuing up until the doorstep.
The sound of a lock clicking. The creak of the hinges.
The floorboards. The stairs. The doors. All noise seeming to echo throughout the house in the mid of night.
A rush to the bathroom. Clothes shed. Shower water flowing down. Washing away the blood of the pure.
The handles turning. The water stoping. The towel on the rack being used to make ones self feel normal again.
Looking in the mirror. A monster looking back. The shattering of glass. A plain wall looking back.
The towel being brought from bathroom to bedroom. Only to be seen dropping to the floor.
The rope still swinging from side to side. A note left on the small nightstand. Drops of tears blurring some of the words. New tears descending to mix with the old.
The sawing of a knife. The thud of the floor.
Hands gripping the ones that feel so cold. Knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Tears falling onto an unmoving chest. The sins committed never to be forgotten.