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I taste iron and blood. My vision is hazy, but I can see that I am in my master bathroom.
Everything started seven years back. My wife and I had been happily married for over two years. At that time we were financially stable and more in love than ever. She had always wanted a child, and so had I. We made quite a few attempts. After a few weeks, our hopes had finally come true. My wife was pregnant with a beautiful baby boy. Sadly, this triumph was short-lived. Our doctor had discovered during an ultrasound that my wife had a miscarriage. She, needless to say, was completely devastated by this news. She cried for nights and nights with me at her side. After a while, though, she moved on.
We tried a year later and succeeded. My daughter Lauren was born. Her birth effaced my
That
Around five months ago, I stopped the psychiatry sessions. They were becoming a financial burden, and the therapeutic effort was at a dead end. After my wife had found out, she became a lot colder towards me. Between us talking less, the condescending side comments about me stopping therapy, and her brainwashing my daughter, our marriage was on a steady decline. I should have seen the red flag when she refused to file for divorce. She claimed that
It turns out that this had been part of an intricate plan that went into effect soon after I cancelled my appointments. One night, my daughter called me downstairs. It was 10:18 p.m. She sat at the table with an innocuous look on her face. I asked if she needed anything. She told me that she needed a glass of ice water. As I opened the cupboard, Lauren giggled. I
A bright light was shining in my face.
At first I denied what I was seeing to be reality. This girl certainly
Lauren decided on the hacksaw and began to laugh. As she walked towards me, I
To memorialize verbatim what exactly she said would be too difficult a task in my current state of mind, so
My left arm screamed in pain when Lauren began to cut into it with the rusty hacksaw. She made sure she rubbed the rust flakes in my exposed veins and nerve tissue. Both she and her mother were laughing like loons during the entire ordeal. I
Mere minutes of cutting seemed like hours. The pain was so intense that I
It
With that, she pressed the button and dragged. I was certain that I was going to die. My organs should have fallen out, and I should have died in that chair. Even then, however, this
Nothing physical. My daughter held my organs in while my wife stitched my abdomen back together. It seemed as if everything had ended. Besides the fact that there was still a metal contraption stuck to my head, that is. My wife and daughter untied me. Before they left for the last time, they bode me this parting instruction in unison:
And here I sit. The room looks normal. I still
Wait.
(Blood is splattered all over the page. It makes the paper brittle in certain spots.)
The hardest part is over. Looking in the mirror, this
SMILE! I knew there was something good that came out of this. Now I can never stop SMILING!
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You'd be surprised at how much you can do with an everlasting SMILE on your face!
My wife and child are probably sad that they had to do this.
What about everyone else? They need to SMILE too! Especially YOU! Turn off that screen and put a SMILE on your face!
You look so frightened.
SMILE!
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