I Can't Take No MoreA Story by SceTchVineSometimes, the cruel toll of human nature leaves those weak behind in the dust.
The girl shivered, holding the tip of the knife at her stomach. Banging noises and sobbing could be heard at the other side of the locked door.
"No, Aisha, no. Don't do this, sweetie, don't do it." The woman at the other side wailed. "I'm sorry, Momma. This is my choice." The girl sniffled. She dug the knife into her stomach one more inch with a gasp. Her mother screamed. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop...it..." The woman sobbed, falling to her knees. "You're my baby!" A thick trail of fresh blood trickled down Aisha's underfed stomach. Shuddering, the girl drew the knife farther into herself. "Momma...just go away." Her mother screamed again. "I will not just go away from you!" The pounding more heavy now. The old woman fell silent at the thud of a body dropping, the sound of an overlooked life falling apart. The door burst open. "Oh, my baby. My poor, poor baby." The woman murmured, tears running rivers down her cheeks. She crawled over to her daughter and pulled out the knife. "Why did you do this?" Her voice shook. Aisha's little brother came to the bathroom door. "Momma, what's wrong with big sister?" The woman turned around, eyes red and puffy. "Big sister is taking a nap. Go get ready for bed." Her heart broke a little more with every lie she spoke. "Aisha, baby.." She bent down and hugged the bleeding girl, silent and still. The mother held the girl until the last of her breath evaporated into the clouds, into the wind, into the sky. It's hardly a game.
© 2016 SceTchVineAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 31, 2016 Last Updated on June 1, 2016 AuthorSceTchVineAboutI enjoy writing, sketching, and coloring my art. Don't worry, I'm friendly, I don't bite, and I enjoy advice for my writing! more..Writing
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