it was gone

"the heart rate is dropping!" " blood pressure is going to low" "turn on the CV now!"
"mum? what's going on! HEY ! someone ANSWER ME! DAMN IT"


The day was bright, the trees rustled gently in the wind. Pastor Dean came with his bible and read to Kim. No matter how the words of God entered her ears, running impluses through her brain. Kim's tear ducts was blocked, she stood above the hole and looked down on mummy.

She was dressed in a black dress , her hair was nicely combed back and her lips were rose red.She looked so young so alive back to the image kim always had. yet kim was unable to cry her pain out, she had so few years with mummy. if only mummy wasn't in her coma maybe kim could had more time with her.

" It was daddy's fault wasnt it mummy?" she whispered softly as she looked mummy. Her hand tight around the edge of her dress as she spoke, it was him. The man behind all these , it wasnt mummy who wanted all these to happen. That man has to pay for what he caused , kim clenched her fist harder and her heart raced as her hatred grew stronger and stronger.

The morbid humans with white lilies walked round the closed coffin and threw their love into what will be buried beneath the ground they stood. the silent weeping broke the silence, the sound of people patting the backs of the weeping souls, everything just irritated kim.

For that night, Kim sat by the windows looking out at the moon. she ate nothing, she said nothing. We lost that girl to the world of silence.