The Final Choice- By Bella Verdesco

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     Lately, I have been having writers' block and have found that I write best about sad stories, even though I do not enjoy writing depressing material. After scrapping countless short stories I have created, this is the best one I came up with. I hope you enjoy!
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She wakes up in his bed. The light of the warm morning sun shines over her sleepy face. Sitting up covered in blankets, she looks towards the skyline view and notices the black curtains. The once finely threaded curtains are now torn, leaving holes of light reflecting through them. As she looks around, she notices the broken beer bottles all over the floor, scattered in the pathway of the only exit.
She doesn’t remember falling asleep or why there are broken bottles on the floor. She just feels hallow and empty, as though something is missing.
She gets up and tip-toes over the broken glass on the floor to the bathroom mirror. Looking at her reflection, she sees it. The black-and-blues skewed all over her body, spreading from her swollen eye down to her arms. The memories start to flashback of the night before. Of how she accused him of his drinking problem while he walked around the apartment, staggering over his demons. Of how he retaliated on her, towering over her small, cowering body as he threw punches.
She didn’t move, she couldn’t, she was petrified. Even if she tried to fight back, there was no use, he’s stronger in every way. Tears streamed down her face as he walked away from her, pulling the black curtains down from their rings, tearing holes in them. He walked away from his second victim of the night and headed towards the vials of drunken poison positioned on the kitchen table. He picked them up and smashed them on the floor one by one as he walked out on her. The beer bottles on the floor represented her heart, broken and caused by his hand. 
The memory ends and she looks back at her reflection in the mirror. She then makes the rash decision to leave and never come back. Packing her belongings, she stuffs everything she can into a small, dingy suitcase and parks it near the exit of hell. 
As she looks around the apartment she once called home, she pulls off the ring that kept the promise "I do" leaving it on the coffee table. She holds the suitcase handle firmly in her hand and steps out of the apartment, heading for the unknown. 
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Comments

  1. AnonymousNovember 23, 2019 at 3:04 PM

    I love this so much!!! You're so talented, and even if you don't like writing depressing material you do it much justice! I love the comparison of her apartment and the bad memories to hell in that second to last paragraph. Great description and the transition from present to past to present is concise. Amazing overall!

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  2. DanielleNovember 26, 2019 at 6:54 AM

    Well done. Sometimes writing with emotion is good, even if you feel it's dark.

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  3. AnonymousNovember 29, 2019 at 10:09 AM

    Excellent use of literary devices. They made the story more intense and meaningful to me.

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  4. UnknownDecember 22, 2020 at 1:23 PM

    Ur writing style really hits me in the heart. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and think, "You lookin soooooo sexy". And you know what i live by that. Thanks Bella for creating a literary masterpiece.

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