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End Her Misery

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SHE DID NOT know how long she laid there, not wanting to get up. Evelyn didn't understand what the point would be. She could just lay there. Maybe someone would come along and end her misery. But alas, no one did and Evelyn forced her slim body up. Her arms wrapped around her waist as she slowly walked to her cottage.

The birds still sang as if nothing had happened. The tree still swayed in harmony to the music the wind played. She longed to be something else. Perhaps someone else. She imagined herself being the wind. Flowing through the air without a single care.

The cottage which she lived in was a suitable size for just her and her mother.

Evelyn was not surprised when she walked into her cottage to see her mother's head laying on the table, bottles of alcohol surrounding her. The girl pursed her lip and approached, grabbing the empty bottles and throwing them in the basket which held trash.

A yawn escaped her pink lips and she retreated to her room to catch a nap before her mother awoke. Once she entered, a reflection caught her eyes. She turned to look at the mirror she found in the woods and had put in the corner of her small room.