Our Last Family Dinner
It loomed alone against the night sky, no lights, just a dark, hulking shape crouched in the darkness.
It was the place I had decided on. The most fitting place for it all to end.
The cuts on my palms had already scabbed over, but I could not stop myself from picking at the edges. The scab tore free and fresh blood beaded to the surface, sticky on my fingertips, carrying a faint copper smell.
It was fine. Just a little longer. I just had to hold on a little longer, and it would all be over. I would never have to go back to that hell.