the brown cylinder rolled gently between her pale fingers, it's contents rattling inside almost begging to come out....
bobbi stared at the pills as they rolled and rattled there way onto the table, a few falling off.... "shit," exclaimed. "One less that I can take."
she could have hardly cared less as she emptied the bottle into her mouth
"i'll show you... i'll show all of you.."
she looked down as the light from the lamp made the blade of the newly opened razor gleam ever so brightly
she picked it up & tested the sharpness; in awe of the line of red
that appeared so quickly when she pressed it to her cold, clammy skin
bobbi pressed it harder and harder until the thin red line grew in size and numbers.. the pain was bearable; hardly noticing how much it should have been
but then again the pain couldn't be any worse than the numbness
the razor fell with a clatter to the tile floor
bobbi stood up and walked into the bathroom
she turned on the hot water & placed the stopper in the bathtub
the hot water caused a dense fog of steam to rise inside the little pink & blue bathroom; her mothers pride & joy.. how appropriate that her mothers biggest disapointment go out in her in favorite room.... ironic isn't it
bobbie took off her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them gently on the sink ledge...she felt so calm at this point ..the silence was defeaning.. echoing off the empty walls throughout the house as she climbed into the half emtpy tub and let the water scald her. she immersed her arms into the water and felt the blood drain, smiling strangely, she suddenly felt an inner peace & she knew death was near.. closing her eyes & lettting him come for her she heard a knock at the door...
"BOBBI... BOBBI....!!!!!!!!" Pouding Pouding Pouding
And with a faint smile she said "Happy Mothers Day," and died in the little pink & blue bathroom... bobbi didn't fear, didn't hear, didn't feel... bobbi was finally happy because bobbi was dead.....
this lil bit of prose was written during a tough period in a dear friend of mine's life... she didn't acutally end her life but during this time she did a lot of writing that was similar to this... it's with her permission that i tell you the stories that she has laid out...
