Love and War, Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Polly looked over the letter a hundred times, maybe it wasn't real, it was all just a bad bad dream. That was exactly what it would have been....in a perfect world. Polly knew that this wasn't a perfect world though, it was far from it and now that perfect world Polly had pictured was now just a tiny little dot barely seen with the naked eye. Polly sat on the ground and cried, she didn't care that the wood would hurt her knees, Matt was dead. The love of her life was dead. In a sudden burst of outrage Polly stood up and just started smashing things, the chair, the lamp, the flower vase, a photo, another photo, if it was in her sight it was going to be destroyed. What was the point in living now, Polly was sure that there was no point to in life now that Matt was gone, not even this baby was worth living for, not is Matt couldn't be there to be it's father. Polly looked at some pills and some rum and in a moment of weakness and pain she decided that it was what she had to do, she had to take them. One by one, gulp by gulp the rum and pills went down, Polly had never been more certain about doing something then she was about doing this. It was a must. Finally Polly stopped, the quatar full rum was now empty and the remaning pills from the bottle were now gone, soon Polly would be gone as well, and she didn't care. Slowly the pills and rum started taking effect, she was lossing her sense of vision and then she just collapsed and could feel her self slowly slipping away from life.