Breaking Point

There's a moment when everything appears to be plain and there's a day when it's a mess filled with pity and symp[athy of what has happened; the trauma of the past hovers over and over again and there's nothing left to be said or done for the inevitable has taken place. I knew I was contained in my grief, but this overwheming sorrow could turn into a murderous attempt, this I've never given it a thought, but as I came to my senses, the first thing I did was to whisper her name, "Serena." It wasn't Carolina whom I was ready to kill, my mind has conjured up her image in this poignant state where I couldn't differentiate between the right and wrong but I only it had to end.

"Serena!" I called again with remorse caging me that I lost control over myself and allowed myself to be taken away by the demons of the girl who scarred me to the point where I saw nothing but maddening need to revenge. I was ashamed but it was a partia;l feeling; the consta