my last dayA Story by oliviaWhen a baby cries some say there mother just know, They feel the a uneasy feeling they want to help, So how my mother must had felt? Do you think she felt my cries? All my life she had been there, To hold my hand in case I fell, But now I’m older now, I’m on my own, But do you think anyone felt my pain? I never told anyone, I never knew the words to use, It’s not that simple, They would not understand, He said he loved me, He said he cared, He said we would be together forever, But this was not how I expected it to be, That night the 5th of the July my sun set, The day that holds my last breathe, His hands like lighting shocking me with every touch His chest like boulders crushing me under him His breath like dirty whisper in my ear… Like running fingers down my spine As his hand slowly makes its way up Into my crimson red dress I scream but all he does is laugh and go high I start to feel numb I try to forget the rest The way he made me move The things he made me do The pain I felt every time he made me say his name It made me feel numb I needed help But no one was there I scream I though u loved me He slaps me and then hugs me and says I do I do I cry he slaps me says stop it I said I want to go He says no now your going to be with me forever His mentally unstable I got scream when he kept repeating to himself forever I go into the draw and pulls it out the last object I remember The gun His still repeating forever forever I move towards the door
and as I get there No he screams you can’t leave me where forever and he runs
at me I try to grab the gun and BANG the gun fired I fell to the floor blood flowing over both hands as I hold
my chest He panics starts shouting look what you made me do BANG the gun again and then next thing I knew he was laying
there next to me with a hole in his head But even though all he did I still loved him I cry from the pain and my loss I grabbed his hand and there I died Me and my Romeo Not the perfect love story but my love story © 2014 oliviaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 22, 2014 Last Updated on April 22, 2014 AuthoroliviaUnited KingdomAboutim only 15 years old i have dyslexia but i still love to write more..Writing
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