Recollection

A Story by CC

A short piece about self hate.

To the greatest of my capacity, I attempted to save myself from this setting. Ironically, you will have already understood that I am Earthly inanimate by the end of this recollection. I recommend not being apologetic, for death became nothing more than a restoration of sanity for my afterlife. The feelings of animosity I had for her were entirely inexplicable. I am unable to site a single incident where she has wronged me. It was simply something of her aura, something about the subconscious attacks I seemingly fabricated any time I was near her. Ah, you dare to find my hate unreasonable. I have no more than my word to explain her vile nature. It came a time when I no longer had the capability to bear life in her presence. My emotional ardency translated deep into the core of the blade, giving it an imaginative candescence that only I was able to concoct.
I found it foremost to find myself than she before my cold-blooded action, so I began to recollect fatuous memories from my life past with tranquil times overridden by my inescapable despondency, my sovereign state of insanity that I admittedly denied to this day. As I elevated the blade in her presence, my descending thrust pierced her heart and she began to hemorrhage.

I grew languid, for I realized the blade was in my own chest.