Her genes laid in a pool of her own blood, all she could do was cry and sigh in relief. ”Thank you” she shouted. Relief soon turned to regret. Her hands and face covered in blood, the blood unknown to her, Maybe Jonah’s blood. She didn’t know and she never would.
Her first regret, she would never know. She got up feeling cold and sore. That is how she would always be, she lost all chances of love as soon as she read that test.
It was her fault and she knew it, if only that night would have ended differently maybe she wouldn’t have felt this pain, maybe she wouldn’t have felt these regrets. It could have never ended differently.
Memories that never got a chance to live, they died at first thought, she didn’t give him a chance and she spilled his blood.
The bottle and the bag had already ruined her long before he could, well she would never know she never gave him a chance.
Maybe it could have been different, if she had that love, maybe it could have been different if she didn’t lose that hope, maybe it would have been different if she was cared for.
It never would have been different.
He never even got the chance to say mother, she crushed the opportunity as soon as it could have been dreamt of. She took everything from him, but little did she know, he was her, she stole it all from herself, the blood running through her veins, a chance at normality. She never knew one night could hurt so much, she didn’t know it could cause so much pain. Maybe If she knew it could have been different.
She knows it was her fault but he can take the blame, The one that got away, he would always be her forever love. He didn’t know. He never would.
She now walks the streets an empty crackhead with a broken heart, two broken hearts. She caused her pain and she will end it.
She jumped but not in happiness or joy from a first milestone but in immense regret, pain and depression.
One heart for another.