Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

At first, it all went black. It was extremely loud, then silent. I was floating, it was peaceful. Looking down I saw the mess that I had made. Pieces of me were splattered on the wall. Red, I saw red pouring from the gaping hole that used to be my face. 


The door flew open, "No, just go. I don't want you to see me like this." Too late, she fell to the floor, trembling hands reaching up to cover her face. Trying to reach me, slipping in the blood, I see her mouth moving, but I can't hear her, I can't call to her. I can no longer comfort her. What have I done? 


Carried out by men in uniform, her knees are too weak to hold up her fragile body. Faces of strangers fill the room. I can't leave, I can't take it back. Was it all really that bad? Was I not loved enough? Oh, but I was. I was loved so fiercely, but I couldn't see it, I didn't feel it. I felt alone. The voices in my head are now gone, but a whole new pain has filled this void. A pain of instant regret. The pain of seeing her so sad and broken. This was my hell. I left before it was my time. I took matters into my own hands to end my misery, yet in return, I hurt those I loved the most. Regret. I feel such a deep regret that I can taste it as I swallow this down. 
One more chance. I just want another chance. I am awake now, I know what matters now. She. She matters. Her little hands wrapped around my neck, her sweet voice as she told me she loved me. 
The flower she picked from the garden still lay, dried and crunchy on my nightstand. Her first date, prom, college, the day she gets married, I can't walk her down the aisle. I'll miss all of that. I take it back. I take it back.
For a brief moment, I felt her next to me, "daddy," she whispered one last time. 
It's over.