I've done many terrible things during my lifetime but this is by far the worst. Even though I'm begging for your forgiveness to move forward I don't believe I have it in me to carry on. How can one live with such guilt?
It was an awfully quiet evening. The only sounds that could be heard were the wind blowing against my back and my footsteps hitting the crispy pavement. Even as I enter my apartment I can't shake the feeling that something is not right. I creep over to the bathroom causing the floor to squeak and awaken the inside. I let my head lay against the comforting tiles and reach for the needle that has been abandoned for a few wasted hours. It looks at me with such innocence and I decide to give it life. As it punctures my skin, the new high engulfs me in flames and I hear tiny pebbles fall from the sink. The pebbles seem to form a pattern one by one as they trail down the dull grey sink, awaiting their new life at an agonizing pace. That's how I feel. I wait for the door to open and to finally hear the rattling of chains on the ground, the clear liquid substance sticking to my pale skin as the prisoners are done welcoming me. I can imagine them singing to the heavens as the devil that dances inside every single one of them finally tears open my chest with his long sharp claws. When he's finally reached my heart he'll find it empty and bare but he would still make a home out of it.
The sun awakens earlier than usual and I feel its rays wrap around my skin providing me the warmth that I'm deprived of. How could this be? Surely they would have found me by now with the way she was screaming blood bursting through her veins and splattering along the edge of my face. As I'm reliving the moment, I hear sirens. I take a deep breath enjoying the smell of my own home, knowing it's the last time I would ever get to set foot here. But there's no banging of a door. A hand is placed on my shoulder and as I look up I see you grinning telling me it's time I came home.