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Alive part 17

For a half a foot’s radius, there was a nice sheet of blood. The window above taunted me with its taste of possible freedom.. although I did have a feeling I would never be let out of this hell. Constricting my finger was the ring I received by the love of mine no longer.
Numb. The whole body.. and yet I still felt every ounce of pain in the world. I was ready to give up on life, but for some reason still strived to stay alive for every aching moment. Not that I was ever a girl with a perfect life. I’ve always been a screwup, but I’ve always thought it was karma or something that was just coming back to get me.
I didn’t even feel the need to touch the ring to take it off. I’d rather have it amputated than slide it away from my finger. Nothing special, just a little glass ring. Large enough in meaning to shatter the soul. I smashed my fist against the floor until the little symbol was crushed under the palms of my weak hands. A tear fell into the shards making them glisten in the light.

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