Tainted Souls (A Story)

Think of an house next to sea and just an old woman living in it.this woman were so popular for all her life.But was she popular with the good things she did?No,the lies that she told and her words like a hurtful arrow...Of course she deserved being alone and left on her last years.People like her heard the things for them like they said for others and had regret for all the things they mentioned.But it was too late that the days of her life ended and the nights began.Nobody heard her sad cries and her begs for help and nobody gave her a hand on her life.Even the priest kicked her out of the church and said these to her:

'Catherine,you evil,don't you dare to insert your dirty soul to this clean temple ever again'
She even was scared of going outside,she folded herself up to her home to escape of overwhelming glances of people.Her relatives turned their backs on her and told so nasty things about her to each other.And all of them got her with nothing to do but ....

She grabbed a razor blade..and was thinking about her whole life.Was she that evil to say that kinda bad things to everyone?And she thought to make her last words touch a paper.She looked at the razor blade and thought it's extremely ridicilous.But she was forced to rip off the rope that is called life because it kinked too quickly to her soul and it was hurting her.And if she could break it her soul would meet her freedom.at least it was her opinion.Her right hand was holding a pen and it was caressing the paper and blood was draining away like flood on her left hand.And the last drop became the seal on the letter

She woke up in sweat blood.It was her grandmum that was trying to kill herself on the nightmare she just saw.Her mum forbidded her to meet with her grandma after she heard that Catherine was a murderer.But she drove to her grandma with a million thoughts on her mind.She was consoling herself that it was just a dream till she sees her lifeless body.here it is me that is ending her incomplete letter so long time later.Her granddaughter that saw this fear,elder and by herself...

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It's not a poem as I stated on the title..Hope you like it
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