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#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!... yes she had...
She could clearly remember that day she had been rocking Adam to sleep in her lap.
He entered eyes bloodshot and staggered over to them. Blabbering about how things will change now. How he was very powerful.. people feared him.
"My son... look how strong...just like me " He had pulled Adam out of her arms. Waking him up by all the pulling and prodding.
Adam shrieked at the top of his lungs. Thrusting the three month old back into her arms. He took another swig out of the glass flask hidden in his pocket.
" Why do you drink so much ? "
" Women you always have a problem with everything I do " flinging the glass flask with all his might in baby's direction.
Noo Adam... baby... Someone was screaming....she realised it was her voice getting hoarse seeing baby's blood seeping on the floor.
She checked for Adam's pulse.There was nothing. She stroked his soft hairs and touched his forehead it had turned ice cold. The coldness seeping from him and freezing her heart, mind and voice.
Still she tried to carry him to a doctor. They can bring him back.Maybe there was some hope.
She rushed towards the door when David stopped her.
" I m hungry... Get me something to eat.. "
" but Adam needs help... Please save him... He is dying.. "
"He will not die....Its just a scratch.. You always over react...Now get me something..."
She screamed.. something had snapped. Last thread of her sanity broke, she was shattering too fast too slow in those moments...her hope lay cold on floor at his feet. In the spur of moment she picked up a broken glass shard and shoved it right across his chest. Just above his heart, for all his past abuses started to cloud her brain.
"Take that you bastard.. Pay.. pay..for everything"
She didn't know how long she sat beside him and watched him struggle.
Then laying baby's cold body in her lap she started rocking him to his final sleep, humming a soothing lullaby.
It was about four in the morning when the realisation of nothing left hit her, that her life had no meaning left for her.She stood before mirror and slit opened her wrist.Maniac laughter ringing with sobs rose in the air.Dripping blood on the walls, floor making long trails of it. Her face started to turn stark white and life began to wane in those crazed eyes.
She shook herself to bring herself back to present.What was happening..? It was definitely him. How could...
She looked at her husband with a pretty young thing and a cooing small baby in arms.
The translucent body of hers roared with anger.Sobs and maniac laughter rang along with the cold roaring wind making a loud whoo hoo throughtout the old huge stone Mansion.
A newspaper that had turned yellow had glaring black letters and her photograph
"A deranged mother commits suicide after killing son and stabbing husband who miraculously survives to tell the tale " fluttered loudly from one corner.
--------------------the end------------------
© gary
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!... yes she had...
She could clearly remember that day she had been rocking Adam to sleep in her lap.
He entered eyes bloodshot and staggered over to them. Blabbering about how things will change now. How he was very powerful.. people feared him.
"My son... look how strong...just like me " He had pulled Adam out of her arms. Waking him up by all the pulling and prodding.
Adam shrieked at the top of his lungs. Thrusting the three month old back into her arms. He took another swig out of the glass flask hidden in his pocket.
" Why do you drink so much ? "
" Women you always have a problem with everything I do " flinging the glass flask with all his might in baby's direction.
Noo Adam... baby... Someone was screaming....she realised it was her voice getting hoarse seeing baby's blood seeping on the floor.
She checked for Adam's pulse.There was nothing. She stroked his soft hairs and touched his forehead it had turned ice cold. The coldness seeping from him and freezing her heart, mind and voice.
Still she tried to carry him to a doctor. They can bring him back.Maybe there was some hope.
She rushed towards the door when David stopped her.
" I m hungry... Get me something to eat.. "
" but Adam needs help... Please save him... He is dying.. "
"He will not die....Its just a scratch.. You always over react...Now get me something..."
She screamed.. something had snapped. Last thread of her sanity broke, she was shattering too fast too slow in those moments...her hope lay cold on floor at his feet. In the spur of moment she picked up a broken glass shard and shoved it right across his chest. Just above his heart, for all his past abuses started to cloud her brain.
"Take that you bastard.. Pay.. pay..for everything"
She didn't know how long she sat beside him and watched him struggle.
Then laying baby's cold body in her lap she started rocking him to his final sleep, humming a soothing lullaby.
It was about four in the morning when the realisation of nothing left hit her, that her life had no meaning left for her.She stood before mirror and slit opened her wrist.Maniac laughter ringing with sobs rose in the air.Dripping blood on the walls, floor making long trails of it. Her face started to turn stark white and life began to wane in those crazed eyes.
She shook herself to bring herself back to present.What was happening..? It was definitely him. How could...
She looked at her husband with a pretty young thing and a cooing small baby in arms.
The translucent body of hers roared with anger.Sobs and maniac laughter rang along with the cold roaring wind making a loud whoo hoo throughtout the old huge stone Mansion.
A newspaper that had turned yellow had glaring black letters and her photograph
"A deranged mother commits suicide after killing son and stabbing husband who miraculously survives to tell the tale " fluttered loudly from one corner.
--------------------the end------------------
© gary
