I laid in bed with my head lost in my thoughts.
I watched the moon, letting it soothe me the way it usually does. As usual, it cast a soft glow through my bedroom window.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I held my pillow tightly. The weight of the world seemed to rest upon my shoulders. The pain I felt in my heart was enough to suffocate me.
I let the tears roll freely down my cheeks. Sarah's harsh words played heavily at the back of my mind. The words repeated themselves over and over again, like a broken record.
"You killed your mom. It's all your fault"
I sobbed, using my hand to muffle the sounds of my cries.
I have always felt guilty about killing my mother. Ever since I was born, people stayed away from me because of it especially in school.
It is said that any child whose
