choices

There is nothing I can do but to stand and watch, I can't stop this; no one can even hear me. I still scream and shout and beg you to leave, as I know what is coming the hurt that’s about to happen, but the more I shout the more you seem to go mad. Your stood up now and shouting erratically in his face. I watch as the events unfold like a movie on slow motion, as you punch this man and kick him uncontrollably.

The Colour drains from you face your white, you're almost look as white as me, but your stood paralysed, shaking and quivering to your knees. There’s a 30-second pause where everyone looks upon the bloodied man, he just lying there curled in a tight ball praying you won't strike him again, praying silently for his life to a god he never believed in. I am not sure what I can do I’m pulling on your clothes, but like you have done for the last 14 years you ignore every jerk and scream like I never even existed...
Everyone starts to panic and quickly run out of the room; you're still stood staring down on him with fear in your eyes. I can almost see the disbelieve and shock spread over you in a wave of panic; you have clicked to what you have done reality has hit you like a bullet. Your boyfriend is staring at the blood dripping to the floor; I can still hear the sounds of each individual drip pounding to the ground like a nuclear bomb. The knife was so big there are no words to describe it; it was covered in his blood, and then it clicked what had just happened. While I was screaming and begging you to leave your boyfriend came along and finished what you couldn't achieve,

You both grabbed his body so limp and frail; I was pleading with you now call for the police, but as I cry and sob for you to hear, your boyfriend words send a shiver through my body. The sinister act was about to become much worst,
“will dump him in the river no one will find him” and you just seemed to go along like you were on another planet. Fortunately, for the man you came back to earth, you talked the monster out of his action, but you still left him on the ground and slightly hoped he would never be found. thank god to a policeman who was around; they saved his life, and you don’t have murder on your hands.

I watch you cry yourself to sleep while your boyfriend is next to you comatose, with no guilt or remorse.
I place my arms around you with the hope of some sort of retaliation, but nothing; my child still cries into her pillow. I stay until the police come, and they cuff you and you scream to your father for his help. My child the one I will always love, was now gone, and I was left with every image on my own.
If I had made different choices 14 years ago, maybe things would be different, maybe you would have listened. If only I hadn’t died, and I was still here with you, maybe your life would be so perfect like I knew it should be. However, all I can do it silently sit by your side, because I can't change what happened even thou I tried.