Window Pain

She paced around her room. Her eyes sore from crying and her pale cheeks that glistened in the yellow lamplight. Her heart pounding heavily through her chest and her mind raced through every episode that had led her to this moment, until final she’d put pen to paper.
Dear whoever,
I sat at the back of the classroom and stared out the same window for 5 years. The window that reassured me this world was a righteous place. The window that convinced me my problems in the present were to become a faint memory. Yet I found myself still staring out that same window that sold me nothing but empty dreams and that soon enough that window was to become my ONLY good memory.
It felt like nobody cared and that those who even bothered to ask me if I was okay didn’t truly mean it. Though I longed for someone to speak to the words would never come out. Strangled by the bleak reality no one would ever save me. The concentration of my tears weakened and the hands of affliction tightened around my neck. The screeching of laughter around me made me question my current state.
Why me?
I pictured my mother’s sorrowful face. Her soft voice that caressed my ear drums in tranquility, and her warm arms that held me in a burrow of tenderness. My eyes stung with tears in the innocence of her affection, and the realization this was to be the last time.


Yours sincerely ,Lauren xxx


She folded the paper in half, the ink diluted in salty sorrows that turned the paper grey. She’d stopped pacing by this time and her heart had given up. Slowly and calmly she made her way onto the stool that stood up in encouragement and she placed the tightly woven rope around her neck that would end her pain….before she dropped. She hung there in silence, nothing but the faint murmur of her goodbyes and the last image of that window that froze in her mind. The tapping of her tears connecting with the mahogany floorboards that timed her until her heart had finally stopped.