Melancholy

Prologue

She lays in her bed covering her body with a soft blanket, but her foot is exposed, feeling the coldness of her room, through that she can feel comfort. Upon hearing the clocks ticking and the sound of the rain falling, she realized that she was immersed in doing nothing but overthinking " why can't you just let me sleep ", she softly whispered.

The night passed, another day for her to face the morning sun. Although she didn't get enough sleep, at least she could face people and greet them with a broad smile. Everyone thinks she's fine. She's been doing fine for almost a year now. Nobody even noticed how painful it is when you look at her eyes.

The night comes again but this time she's alone outside looking at the moon and stars in the sky. The moon gave enough light to see the trees and rope hanging beside her, as the cold wind caressed her face, a tear came out running from her eyes, went through her pale cheeks down to her lips and formed a sad smile.

A new morning comes, again she greets and smiles at everyone she passes by, but a strange feeling catches her when they ignore her and not even have a single glance at her.

She committed suicide by hanging herself to a rope above the branch of a tree outside their house. The police investigated where the crime scene happened and the crime scene was done outside her room.

She goes home and sees her mother crying in front of a white coffin beside bright lights and a lot of flowers.

A week passed Quinn's mom went to the police station. Gave her hand to the police.

"Put the cuff into my hands sir" she said.

The police got confused

"Why would we do that, ma'am?" the police officer asked.

"My daughter didn't commit suicide, I killed her", she replied.

The police were shocked and gulped for a moment.

"Can you show us what kind of weapon you use?" He asked.

The mother nodded her head and opened her mouth, she pointed to her tongue.

"Guns, knife, scissor, is not the weapon I used to kill my child. This tongue is the weapon I used. I cursed her, told her bad things and never appreciated her efforts and compared her to others. I didn't used my tongue to motivate and cheer her up, instead I used my tongue to take her down and degrade her from her dreams. I killed her with my words", Her mother said.

She slowly walked and peeked. Inside there was a peacefully sleeping girl, a memory came flashing to her, how she tried to escape from her deep melancholy. Suddenly, a small smile formed on her lips as she whispered " now I, can be able to sleep, not only for tonight but forever".