End Of Life

   Wanted to go home, see his body there on the floor without another drop of blood to run, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the anger and tears that had run took in all that I appeared ahead and lay everything the floor with horror and anger at letting me take the weakness and killing, now let my love from although it was forced.
   I went to his body and suddenly I saw a smile on her face, I thought now was too bastard, made me so happy but at the same time made my life a martyr, I threw myself to the ground feeling angry I would have to call the police to tell them everything would be arrested, never come in my family especially my children would be shattered to learn that his mother was literally a killer you took their father was not just seeing me behind iron bars increasingly decadent.
   Cleaned with a hand full of blood my eyes and looked around I needed the gun, I found it under the frames, I took it and had it checked bullets, pointed it to my forehead, I had to put an end to all was worse to live with this guilt and destruction within me is easier to end it all.
   Before he had to tell what was happening to me, I called the police that responded do not move we'll send a patrol car to your home, stay quiet. I laughed at their foolish words that I would end it just had to be brave, I got up I went to my room and took my leave of this, then I went to my children and I thought that I will have missed your I love you so much, I'm so sorry for what I did, I decided to wear that fact on my first date but I thought it would wear was the fact that my marriage to end this facade that lasted years. Well dressed, and sat on my bed, pointed the gun and fired.
   I saw my body there empty blood made my wedding dress in bright red and I was completely white, I see the police to see if I still have wrist but thankfully say I'm dead, and yet I feel more peaceful, free, happy or I can not explain how I feel.

Written by Jane Lee