A Mothers Love

It was a hot summers night, she was sitting at home all alone dressed in a pair of old jeans that were torn around the edges and a loose fitting white shirt, the shirt wasn’t hers and she doesn’t remember his name either.

It’s a strange feeling when your life, the one you’ve envisioned for yourself, the one you think you deserve, the one you’ve worked for, comes crashing down around you without the slightest warning. How just one mistake, just one moment of passion could destroy it all.

How could what felt so right at the time be so wrong?

She gets up, wincing at the pain in her knees and quietly proceeds to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom it’s dark, but she’s been here a thousand times, she knows where everything is, she doesn’t need any light to make her way to the sink, if there was any light, we would see that her eyes were red and puffy, underneath they were moist…She’s been crying. We would also see that she was once beautiful, but now she’s nothing more than a mere ghost of her former self, her radiant smile has become crooked, she’s lost a few teeth, her eyes have lost their brilliant radiance, her hair frames her face in ragged clumps and one cheek is lined with a scar that runs down to her neck, she looks too old.

She reaches into the medicine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of pills and places a few into her mouth, she washes them down with some water. She shuts off the water tap and leaves the bathroom; she’s just as quite leaving as she was coming in.

She tiptoes to the baby’s cradle, making sure she doesn’t wake it, she puts her hands on its lips and gives it one last kiss, singing a lullaby while she smothered it.

She placed it’s body back in the crib, still singing…She went back to bed knowing she wouldn’t see another sunrise, knowing that it’s all over now, that everything is going to be alright. She went to sleep knowing that she wouldn’t be there for her 18^th birthday…

*I'm really not happy with the ending...I'll consider changing it later on...Let me know what you guys think...