Personal Narrative: A Mother's Death Of A Woman

“It has been about four years or so since we last talked. Funny how times goes by, isn’t it; not that you would notice I’m gone since you found her. Now look at us, you’re engaged to a woman only because she has your child after a year or so of you complaining how horrible she is, and how you can’t wait for her to be out of your life. Was it all just some game to see if I would come back to you, and your sadistic ways? It’s odd now that I think of you, of what you ever said, of us. I suppose it is for the best, considering you would abuse my mind, soul, and on some awful occasions, my body in ways you would recoil at after it was done. You always blamed my actions for what happened to us, that I moved away and ruined it all. If I would have stayed, little do you know if I would have stayed my world would have become nothing but a faint memory of whomever my soul found next. Though not that you cared, as much as you said you did. I was dying in a home that no one knew of, and I am trapped in a body
that was unfamiliar to me, and yet when I said that I need help, you would disregard me and my worries. Nothing was what I knew it to be, and every face was of one I have never met in my mind. It is a sight to see when you think you know what is going on, and yet, you are truly alone when you are in a room with others who act like they know you, and your problematic mind. How could you understand though, you were in your own world, a world I wanted to be a part of though. Then you went away. During the time you left, we changed. Our outlooks of each other, and the way we acted. You became colder towards me, and I, I knew you were someone who wanted to take what was left of my mind, and destroy it only to construct it in your likeness. I was a human who you wanted to be a slave, who you could take control of, and make in your ideal image of the perfect person. Though you never succeeded, you did find a way to let me have a continuous amount of pain in my heart. In your eyes, I was a toy you could destroy with enough reassessments to my thoughts.”
The young woman looked at her computer screen while sipping at a cat cup filled with chamomile tea that her cousin bought a month or so ago in China on the family's vacation to an exotic land.
With a single swipe of her index finger, the entire screen turned a vibrant blue, and it is deleted. Every word she had worked so hard on finding, is gone with a single movement and a push of a nearly microscopic button that has no more meaning that to let something disappear. Hours of thinking of the right words, thinking how to explain bottled feelings over the course of most her life was so easily destroyed. Another message for him was destroyed in a fit of depression and madness towards him for showing off his joyous life. How could he be so over what the two had together for so many years, though, it feels like their love vanished only the night before. She couldn’t go a day without thinking of him, or how he would make her heart skip a beat or so at the thought of his
smile.