Jeanie, J. Morris [ebook reader android .TXT] 📗

mind was the fact that she had known all along that she would fail to carry out her plan. She hung her head in defeat and embarrassment at the feeble symbolic gesture, the pathetic cry for help, the reaching out to no-one. She felt frustrated by the whole pointlessness of the exercise. If only she had the courage to do it. If only she wasn’t so weak. There seemed no escape from her torment. Her arm fell to her side and the knife dropped from her hand to the floor. She lay there, her body limp, her spirit broken, her world irreparable, and she curled up into the foetal position. Jeanie's lower lip trembled and she suddenly burst into tears, overwhelmed by the evening events, and she cried uncontrollably.

"Why Justin? Why?" she wailed. "Please tell me..."

After a few minutes she managed to gain some composure. She sat up, wiped her eyes and rose from her bed. She sat on her chair facing the mirror and again studied her reflection, gazing into the depths of her eyes as if that was where the answer lies. She began once again to search her mind for answers that would never come.

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Publication Date: 02-11-2021

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