Title: I (Hate
Myself)
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Challenge
#88: "Most melancholy at that time, O Friend/ Were my
day-thoughts, my nights were miserable." From The Prelude, Book
Tenth, by Wordsworth.
Notes: I had this in my head for a
while; it's only happy coincidence that it fits so closely with this
challenge. Written for snape100 on
8-30-2005.
I (hate myself) lower my head. Turn on the tap. Splash water on my face. Small motions, each one carefully performed. Best not to look too far ahead. (Best not to look too far behind.)
My face is dripping wet. I dry it. The towel is rough against my (traitor's) skin.
I (betrayed them all) did what had to be done (to those who loved me). I did what was right.
(I could still go back.)
No. I cannot think ahead. I cannot look back.
To survive, there must be only now. I turn(coat) to the door, and walk out.