Sitting for hours in the corner of the dim lit room, he remembers how it was before. Before the devastation. Before his mind questioned anything and everything. The voices in his head. The voices, ah where are they now. Where are they when he needs them the most. Their persistent white noise drumming in his mind. The same timpani beat. " Do it Jimmy, do it. Do it Jimmy, do it". How was he to know they were wrong? How was he to know she hadn't done it? How was he to know? The voices fed him lies. The voices fed his control. The voices fed his anger. The voices fed his paranoia.
His silent head in hands, curled like a foetal ball, remembering. Remembering the laughter, remembering the joy, remembering her words. "I love you Jimmy, I always will. I'll always be your little girl. Stay with me Jimmy, stay with me always. Stay tonight and for the rest of our days. "
Tears of guilt flow like a river of regret. The blood stained knife by his side. She lay where she was slain, her innocent eyes still fixed upon him. One hand upon her stomach the other, reaching, pleading. His one and only love.
The smell was overpowering now. There was no way out. They were meant to be together. Meant to spend eternity united. He bent down and kissed her head. "I love you" then struck the match.
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