Post by James on May 11, 2008 19:20:38 GMT -5
Carol walked into her house and threw her purse and jacket onto the couch. There were tears in her eyes. The same words echoed in her mind:
'We’ve been together for a long time. Some things have happened between the two of us though and I feel the need to move on. It’s been fun and I’m going to miss you, but I can’t do this any longer. I’m sorry.'
Allen, her boyfriend of two years, had broken up with her that night. When he told her over the phone during the day that he had something important to talk to her about, she assumed that he was finally, after two years, going to propose. It was a bitter surprise when he said that their relationship was over.
She couldn’t go on without him now. She’d loved him so much and visioned herself to have a house and children with him one day. “That’s it,” she said to herself. “It’s all over. I have nothing left to live for.” She went to the bathroom, opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out the bottle of sleeping pills she hadn’t needed for over a year. There were just enough left to put her into a permanent sleep.
Her whole body was shaking. She poured the pills into her hand and looked up into the mirror. Her mascara was running down her face; her hair was all over the place; her lipstick was smeared. Under all that mess though, she knew there was a beautiful face.
She let the pills fall from her hand, into the sink and down the drain. She wiped off her face and fixed her hair. As she was going to walk out of the bathroom she heard a creak from the front door. She looked toward it and saw that it had swung open. Carol had been sure that she closed it all the way, but she shrugged, closed it again and turned back toward the bathroom.
There, standing on the other side of the room, was Allen, staring blankly at her. She spoke his name softly and questionably. Then he lifted his left hand which was holding a gun and pointed it directly at Carol. She was about to shout out but Allen fired off a shot before she could, catching her directly in the forehead. It killed her instantly.
'We’ve been together for a long time. Some things have happened between the two of us though and I feel the need to move on. It’s been fun and I’m going to miss you, but I can’t do this any longer. I’m sorry.'
Allen, her boyfriend of two years, had broken up with her that night. When he told her over the phone during the day that he had something important to talk to her about, she assumed that he was finally, after two years, going to propose. It was a bitter surprise when he said that their relationship was over.
She couldn’t go on without him now. She’d loved him so much and visioned herself to have a house and children with him one day. “That’s it,” she said to herself. “It’s all over. I have nothing left to live for.” She went to the bathroom, opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out the bottle of sleeping pills she hadn’t needed for over a year. There were just enough left to put her into a permanent sleep.
Her whole body was shaking. She poured the pills into her hand and looked up into the mirror. Her mascara was running down her face; her hair was all over the place; her lipstick was smeared. Under all that mess though, she knew there was a beautiful face.
She let the pills fall from her hand, into the sink and down the drain. She wiped off her face and fixed her hair. As she was going to walk out of the bathroom she heard a creak from the front door. She looked toward it and saw that it had swung open. Carol had been sure that she closed it all the way, but she shrugged, closed it again and turned back toward the bathroom.
There, standing on the other side of the room, was Allen, staring blankly at her. She spoke his name softly and questionably. Then he lifted his left hand which was holding a gun and pointed it directly at Carol. She was about to shout out but Allen fired off a shot before she could, catching her directly in the forehead. It killed her instantly.