Author: Lady Glass PM
A mother's thoughts before her suicide attempt...or is the suicide sucessful?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Supernatural - Words: 445 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-05-05 - id: 1932146
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I wake to hear the lapping of the waves and I step out of my house barefoot. My nightgown waves around my ankles as I step down to the wet sand and soak my ankles in the cool, salty sea. I turn and look back at my house, my daughter lays snugly in her bed still clutching the coverlet, her mouth barely open.
I turn back quickly as my red hair blows in front of my brown eyes. My hand skims over the top of the calm waters. The sky is still a midnight blue with the deep neverending void that takes over in the early hours of the morning. In front of my house the flowers wilt and die as the breath of the Devil lays upon them. The coming of my ship. My ship home.
My daughter will live with her father. She will not have a mother. For I am going home.
I dive into the sea, my nightgown still on, clinging to my body. The icy cold water fills my lungs but I will not stop. I force myself underwater and tie myself with the rope I picked up on my way out to a rock. I will not give up this time. This time I am not going to be saved. This time...
It calls to me. The sea wants me home. Can you hear its beckoning? Can you see its hands waving? Can you feel its longing? It calls to us all...but only a few hear it...
My daughter, Robin, sleeps soundly as I drown peacefully under the waters of the sea. I am finding my way home. I am finding my true calling...
It is only when I see Robin coming to the sea I realize how wrong I am. The sea has not called my daughter. The sea cannot have my daughter. Robin cannot swim yet. She walks into the water--takes my hand. I try to push her away. I tied the knot too tightly. Robin has lost conciousness. Is this my punishment? To see my daughter drown before I myself...
The black consumes me and I awake on the shore. Robin sits next to me. Where is the ambulance? Where are the police? The sirens?
"Where are we, Robin?" I ask.
Robin says nothing. She just smiles. Evil smiles...red eyes...bleeding hearts...dying souls. This is not my Robin. I see my Robin in her bed. Unaware that her mother is floating dead in the sea.
I am here forever. Forever with the smiling girl who is not my daughter. I cannot escape my fate.
For the sea called me here.