Prison of my own mind

Scarlet:

I laid in the middle of a pool filled with dark liquid. I sat in the on a stone and looked over the dark waters trying to see something or anything a place to swim to.

But instead I just saw the never ending dark liquid vanishing into more darkness. I sat on this rock looking at the name engraved on to it with quilt swallowing me up whole.

“Saige”. It read in cursive. I kept remembering the heart wrenching howl of my mother when she realized Saige was dead.

As well as the agony that fell among her face.

I hated myself for doing that to her. Removing her first and only born daughter. I thought about myself and how I would’ve felt.

I would’ve hated the person that took my son from me. And I could only assume that she felt the same.

And honestly I don’t blame her. I felt guilt for placing her in that position not for killing Saige and not for protecting my unborn child.

I was still sad about her death and I did love her even though I didn’t want to. My emotions where conflicting