Faith
Part 5
By Heather
She runs back down the hallway
And through the bedroom door
Michelle stared at herself in
their bedroom mirror. The fighting
was over. The shouting.
The accusations. The tears. The
pain. Everything was over.
Her sad, tired eyes stared back at her, almost accusing her of things she
didn’t want to face. The life she
had lead up until this point in her life had been one of sacrifice.
For the man…she had loved. And
who was supposed to love her.
School, family, even friends; she
had given them all up for Danny. She
had no degree; she wasn’t a doctor. Danny
needed her at home, not as school, so she stayed home.
Her family hadn’t approved of Danny “He’s nothing but trouble!”
so she had given them up for him too. And
her friends? They had given up on her a long time ago.
Just like she had given up on herself-her dreams, her wishes, everything
all for Danny.
And how had he repaid her?
By breaking her heart? Breaking
their home? Turning to another
woman, a woman who had once been a friend, for the love and support SHE was
supposed to give?
She thought back over the last
few months. She remembered the late
nights at “work”. The excuses,
the missed evenings together…there had been so many hints, and she had refused
to see the truth. Danny’s distant
attitude…the way they stopped making love…almost a year ago.
They way he stopped kissing her hello, goodbye, or just because he wanted
too.
Where had it all gone wrong?
She felt like her life was
officially over. What did she have
to live for now? No career.
No children, she had thought it was too soon for them to have children.
No family or friends to turn too. No
husband. Nothing
Her lackluster eyes just stared
on as her heart began to pound, harder and harder. The thunder rolled in her ears as the pain of what she had
become closed its vise-like grip around her heart, tighter and tighter.
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Maybe…maybe it’s time to take
something back? To find some
semblance of life, her life, something to ease the ache in her heart, her soul.
Too find the strength she had once had, within herself.
She turned the gun over and over
in her hands, entranced by the shine of the cold, hard metal.
She thought back over her life, the missed opportunities, the
betrayal…the pain…
“Take back my life,” she
whispered to herself, almost questioning the mere possibility of it.
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won’t do this again
Because tonight will be the last night
She’ll wonder where he’s been
As she walked back into the
living room, she saw him. Still
sitting on the couch, with the phone to his ear.
The last glimmer of hope gently drifted away like the petals of a dying
rose in a cold winter wind when she heard him say her name.
She stood before him, gun at her side.
Danny looked up at her, then down
at the gun. Shock froze his
features as the phone slowly drifted away from his ear and down to his lap.
“What are you doing
Michelle?” he demanded softly, his eyes never leaving the gun.
Wordlessly she reached down and took the
phone from him. Lifting the
phone to her ear as she lifted the gun towards Danny, she heard Cassie, calling
Danny’s name, her worry giving her voice an edge of panic.
Michelle smiled.
Turning her cold, dry eyes towards
Danny’s, she whispered into the receiver, It’s over,” before dropping it onto
the blood red couch beside Danny.
And the thunder rolls
And the lightening strikes
Another love grows cold darling
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls