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Short story I wrote.

I stare in disbelief.

I wasn’t always like this, I didn’t want things to end up this way.

I can hear the cop sirens closing in.

I don’t think it matters.

They break open the door and see what I did.

I’m just watching everything as it happens.

They can’t see me, all they see is dead corpse on the ground.

I’m just a shadow now, but my torment is over.

The light above me has been getting brighter every second.

I think the cops can handle the rest.

I look at the light only to see a hand reach through.

I recognize that hand.

My son had been killed by a drunk driver 4 days ago.

My depression brought me to this point. I couldn’t help it, nobody can.

But just picture my relief that now I can spend my time with my son in heaven. Pain free.

I reach for his hand without hesitation. Soon as I reach the light. I see him, smiling.

What I did wasn’t wrong, it was the perfect choice.

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