Cut - Short StoryCut - Short Story10 years ago in Scraps More Like This
My fingers slide over the keyboard. Sweaty and shaking. I see how my blood leaves a slippery trail from the "d" to the "i". It hurts, but I bite my lip and resist the urge to scream. I have to send this mail. It's the last thing I have to do before I'll leave. My index finger presses the "e" and I stop there for a second before my finger continues to end the sentence with a dot. Yes, I'm done.
With my other hand I reach for the mouse and with wet eyes I look at the button "send". It's blurred and I can barely read it. My hand starts to shake.
But you have to send it. You have to!
As I click, a sob escapes my mouth and another tear rolls down from my eye. The tear mingled with my mascara and turned black. I know look terrible. And I don't care, not anymore. I look at my metal chess set. The white king fell and lies there. Defeated. The black king stands beside him. Cold. Hard. No emotion. That's me. I killed myself. And I don't care.
You do care! You heard me? And y