Crashing Down (must go into read story mode for the punctuation to be fixed)

Crashing Down By. Heather Jones

One man sent my life crashing down so I destroyed his

Prologue

I stare into space, afraid of reality. When my life came crashing down I cried but now it seems as if all the tears are gone, dried up like a well in summer. I wish the tears would come, they would be a welcome distraction from the truth. The truth is what hurts, not the loss but the fact that I was the one that let it happen. My parents used to say, "you don't know you're being played, tell the players long gone." My players long gone and with them my heart. I am a shell and I will stay a shell for the rest of my life, forgetting is a crime.

2 Months Ago

The news came as a shock, I was FINALLY accepted into the most prestigious school in L.A! I had my application in for 8 months and to be accepted meant my dreams were finally coming true! However it also meant that I would have to leave behind my high school sweetheart, Charlie. He would importune me to stay but staying is not an option. This school is my one way out of small village life and I must take it at all cost.

1 Month Ago

Charlie begged me not to go and I didn't listen, he ended it, we are over. However I still miss him and sometimes I will see a daisy or smell a triple shot espresso causing a whole new wave of longing. I miss him however wrong it is, I Veronica Miller still miss him. He probably doesn't miss me though, Charlie doesn't care enough or maybe he cares too much. He left me because I didn't care enough in his eyes, I left him and don't deserve forgiveness.

2 Weeks Ago

Charlie called, he wants me dead.

1 Week Ago

I raced off the plane and sprinted as fast as I could in the direction of my childhood home. University has ended and excitement for the summer has sunk in. With the excitement came a lingering sense of dread, I'd have to see him. The threat may have been hollow but it was still a threat and with Charlie you never know. With that despondent thought in my mind I realized that my parents could be in danger. I ran as fast as I could towards home and threw open the mahogany door that I grew up behind. The sight that was waiting for me sent me sprawled out on my knees. My parents were lying dead on the floor in pools of blood, gaping cuts slashed their necks and a new wave of tears came over me. That was when I noticed the figure standing over them. Charlie.

"I'm sorry but this was the only way to make you see me again." Charlie told me in a almost inaudible voice.

"You are a monster and I don't know how I ever loved you." I respond bitterly.

Charlie lunged at me and in the process a shiny object fell from his hand and clattered onto the floor. I grabbed it and before thinking plunged it into his chest. Charlie slowly toppled to the floor and began to cough up blood. His writhing caused a whole new wave of sadness for the man I used to love.

1 Month Later

I sit staring at the floor, drowning in my own guilt. If I had not gone to university this never would have happened. I could have lived happily in the countryside with Charlie and my parents if only I had been content. After thinking it over by now I have decided that I must go back to university. My parents were honored to have me as a daughter when I told them and I would like them to be honored in the afterlife too. As for Charlie I want him to be awake in his grave forever regretting his mistakes.

2 Years Later

I place roses on my mothers grave and on my fathers his favorite painting. The tears come freely now, no longer blocked by the freshness of loss. A gaping hole is left in my heart and I rarely open up anymore. I'm to afraid of what happened last time for that. Sometimes I wish I never had dreams in the first place, it is my dreams that put them there, 6 feet under the ground. Today though I am here to remember the good things like my love for my parents and scorn the bad things that took them from me. Today I see his burial site for the first time. On Charlies grave I place a knife.

Epilogue

The gaping hole in my chest is closing, its a slow process but I am recovering. Therapy has been helping and I am beginning to forgive myself for what I did. I moved to the UK four years ago and the people here have been helping me get over my loss. Sometimes I wish my parents could come and embrace me with the love I forfeited six years ago. The world is moving on though and I cant be stuck in the past for the rest of my life. That would be like spitting on their grave. I am no longer afraid to show weakness, sometimes my roommates will find me curled up on the floor, my body racking with sobs. Amelia and Madeline are kind and they never ask to much about my past. It's strange, having blood on your hands, exhilarating in a way. Taking a life sticks with you and gives you two choices, you can move past it or become a monster. I chose to move past it but I will NEVER forget what I did. I do not want to taint my friendships with sorrow. It's better that way, nobody knowing my full past. One day I will tell them but for now my sorrow is my own.