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Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 30 of the my online book "Excited Delirium". Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index .
She’d been beaten. She was wounded emotionally and spiritually. She had no moral compass guiding her through this nightmare. She felt used. She was tired. She was no longer a woman.
Heather decided that it was time and she decided to do it when the kids weren’t around.
It was a rare moment when she could foist off all of her children, so she had to wait until the little ones were napping.
She thought to herself that sleeping pills would work best, but she didn’t have access to them. The thought of jumping to end her life would work, but there was nothing tall enough in Heresford to throw herself from.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, she sang a sweet lullaby that no one would ever hear again to her two smallest ones.
Heather spent her last moments tidying her room and organizing her bedroom. As she cleaned, she found her wedding dress. It was a lovely, simple dress made of cotton and some silk, with small opalescent beads sewn into the neckline and cuffs.
She thought for a few moments that she’d wear this dress in her last few moments, but she realized that even in this moment, it would be inappropriate. Instead, she took a few moments to cut it up into small pieces and layer it into the sheets, a small surprise for Matthew when he returned to his bed.
The only real option for her was to cut her wrists. She filled the bath with hot water, eased into it and did what she felt must be done to end her misery on this planet. Even hell seemed better than this.
As her life flowed from her, and the steam rose in a cloud, looking like a spirit rising from the tub, she decided to make sure that simple plan worked absolutely. She got out of the tub, grabbed a radio from the bedroom, not caring about the mess that she had made and then plugged it close to the tub. Long ago, she might have used that plug for her hair dryer as she prepared for a dance or social, something very popular in these parts, but today it served an important purpose in ending her life.
Heather Harken eased back into the tub and as her senses slow to an end, she kicked the radio and her troubles come to a close.
(Note: "Excited Delirium" is a work of fiction. Any person, place or thing depicted in this work of fiction is also a work of fiction. Any relation of these subjects or characters to real locations, people or things are an unintentional coincidence.)
Excited Delirium by Liam Young is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 Canada License .
Based on a work at www.exciteddelirium.ca .
Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 59 of the my online book "Excited Delirium". Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index
What started as a simple vendetta against one of the world’s largest corporations had materialized into a great, vast disaster for Diana. She had no idea that people like Garamond were capable of this kind of hatred and viciousness, but the evidence was clearly and carefully laid out before her.
She spent most of her life trying to find weaknesses in the OMNINet and for once in her life, she felt like she had the upper hand.
Kite had done his job well. Continue reading
Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 38 of the my online book "Excited Delirium". Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index .
In Manhattan, a small group of women who call themselves “FAB”, short for “Female and Barren”, meet at a designated location the first Tuesday of every month.
At their meetings, they discuss victories and more often, defeats, associated with facing a life of being barren. The format of the meetings is similar to AlAnon (although without the religion), where people introduce themselves to the crowd, talk about their history, describe their situation and end with the question: “Does it matter?”
For most of these women, they’ve moved beyond the notion that childbearing and breeding are important facets to their lives. “Does it matter?” is the leading question that was intentionally institutionalized as part of the structure in order to open a discussion about the need to bring more children into the world. Continue reading