I'm back again with a quick little vignette that I whipped up in class today. "Going Under" by Evanescence. I honestly don't know what compelled me to write this…

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"I'm not insane!"

I ducked as she threw another plate at my head. "I never said—"

"I told you I'm not insane!" She grabbed the knives next.

"Darling, please…!" I yelped as I dove behind the counter. A butcher knife sailed through the air where my head had been. Peeking over the worn wood, I saw that she was crying. "D-darling?"

"I'm… I'm not… I'm all right…" She dropped the knife in the sink with a clatter and sank to the floor, moaning.

I crawled over to her cautiously, lest she throw more kitchenware at me. "I know you're not insane. I know." Tentatively I took her in my arms.

She sobbed into my shoulder, each childish cry racking her small frame. "It's just so…so hard!"

"I know…" I gently began stroking her hair. "We'll have them retest you later this week. I won't let them take you away."

She sniffled and pulled away from me. Her green eyes were swimming in tears as she looked up at me, full of hope. "R-really?"

"Of course." I softly kissed her forehead. "In the meantime, let's get this mess cleaned up." I stood up and offered her my hand.

"Thanks…" She pulled herself up. "I guess I did make a bit of a mess, huh?"

The kitchen was covered in broken glasses and plates, bent silverware, and that darned butcher knife stuck in the wall under one of our wedding pictures. I smiled at her slightly. "Only a little one, my dear, only a little one."

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I seem to write to Evanescence a lot…

Reviews are appreciated!

-A.K.