The House by Gabrielle L. Landaeta
Excerpt from Chapter: “The End Of My Days”:
I could not stand these thoughts any more. No more! I
begged her and begged her, but she did not stop! The only
way I could stop it would be to end my own life. That would be
the only way I could prevent myself from killing my own daughter.
So I took it upon myself to wait until everyone was gone. I
did not say goodbye, I would not hear my children’s voices
again, but for the very last time. I lay there in my silk sheets, staring
at the wall to my right. I quietly whimpered. Tears ran down
my soft, red cheeks and landed on my silky pillow, creating a
puddle of sadness.