Disclaimer: Sorry for not writing for a long time again, I really am. It's just that a lot of things have been going on in my life that I had to think about and I just couldn't write.
Trish's POV
Leaving the house I wasn't even sure where to go, so I ended up going to the closest park. The air was moist and the moonlight was still shining bright. There were no people around which was good because I finally got a chance to cry without anyone feeling pity for me or trying to use me.
Sitting on the swing I started to think about everything, about how I never got to have a happy childhood because of my father, how it is my fault about everything that happened, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks mixing with the tiny sparkling raindrops.
Then a thought came to my mind... Something I heard people doing before but never tried it myself. Suicide. I could commit a suicide. By that I could kill Robby's kid and myself. I could really put an end to this entire mistake.
I took out a switchblade, no one knew that I carried one around, but I did. Pressing it gently to my wrist I made a small cut. It hurt a lot, but I kept going. I had blood all over my hands, everywhere. Pausing, looking down, I realized that now I was sitting in a puddle of my own blood mixed with the rain. It was the last thing I saw before passing out.