Mirabella
I stared at the plushie in front on me and caressed it.. Suddenly I felt something in me snap..I lost control over myself and grabbed the plushie and walked out on the room.. I put it on the dining table and walked in the kitchen and grabbed a knife.. What? Why am I doing this?
I walked towards it and my hand rose..I closed my eyes as it swung down and I knew I stabbed it.. My breath became heavy as I open my eyes.. Tears spilled from my eyes seeing the one last thing I had from mom, destroyed by myself.. But my hand didn't stop it and slashed it open.. The fabric was torn beyond repair now.. I desperately looked for the key in the cotton and finally found it..
Once it was in my hand, I felt like I regained control on myself.. I looked at the destroyed plushie and broke down
