Shadows

As the rain slowly but surely swam down my window, I began to wonder if being here was even an option. It’s 1:22 A.M March 4, 2014 and I lay awake listening to the screams from my parents. My thoughts were pondering, and my mind took control. I was tired. Tired of the unnecessary arguments and the hopes of something better. As I crawled undeniably slow to the bathroom all I wished for was a happier ending. Why did I go through this, why was it my dad that so forcibly clung onto me as he penetrated my so holy body. I was approaching my 2nd trimester. Looking into the mirror I realized I was the left over pieces of a careless humans mistakes. This baby wasn’t something great, my life wasn’t anything but a tragedy. I picked up the bottle and began to swallow. Pill after pill until I reached the few almost invisible crumb-like pieces at the bottom. It was time for me to go. I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry dad but I can’t be here anymore. I can’t live in the shadows.