Melancholy

Quinn lays in her bed covering her body a soft blanket but her foot is exposed feeling the coldness of her room, through that she can feel comfort. Upon hearing the clocks ticking and the sound of the rain falling, she realized that she's immersed on doing nothing but overthinking " why can't you just let me sleep " she softly whispered.

The night passed, another day for her to face the morning sun, although she didn't get enough sleep at least she could face people and greet them with a wide smile. Everyone think she's fine, she'd been doing fine for almost a year now. Nobody even noticed how it is painful when you look on her eyes.

The night comes again but these time she's alone outside looking at the moon and stars in the sky. The moon gives enough light to see the tree and rope hanging beside her, as the cold wind caresses her face a tear came out running from her eyes with a dark circles, went through her pale cheeks down to her side lips and formed a sad smile.

A new morning come, again she greet and smile to everyone she passes by but a strange feeling hit her when they ignore her and not even have a single glance at her.

Quinn committed suicide by hanging herself to a rope above the branch of a tree outside their house. The police investigated where the crime scene happens and the crime scene was done outside her room.

Quinn went home and sees her mother crying in front of a white coffin beside a bright lights and a lot of flowers.

She has a elder sister whom she loves so much, at that day her sister was crying aloud while walking cuz she missed Quinn. When she arrived their house she saw Quin peacefully sleeping, she didn't even take a look and quickly walked bound to her room, all of the visitors heard her shouting aloud.

"Why Quinn? Why? Why did you left us behind?" She shouted and burst her melancholy inside her room.

She didn't even noticed that Quinn just peek out on her front.

"I love you sis, stop crying! It's not your fault, tell our mom and dad that I loved all of you the most, I need to go sis, always remember that you will always be the best sister, I love you very much" Quinn said and slowly faded in her sight.

"I love you too baby, I also used to look at you while sleeping because you such a cute girl but why? Why you slept inside that coffin?!" She continued sobbing while holding her pillow with her full power using her fist.

Week passed Quinn's mom went to the police station. Gave her hand to the police.

"Put the cuff into my hands sir" she said.

The police got confused

"Why would we do that ma'am?" The police asked.

"My daughter didn't committed suicide, I killed her" She replied.

The police was shocked and gulped for a moment.

"Can you show us what kind of weapon you used?" He asked.

The mother nod her head and opened her mouth, she pointed on her tongue.

"Gun's, knife, scissor, is not the weapon I used to kill my child. This tongue is the weapon i used. I cursed her, tell her bad things and never appreciated her efforts and compared her to others. I didn't used my tongue to motivate and cheer her up, instead I used my tongue to bring her down and degrade her from her dreams. I killed her by my words" Her mother said.

Quinn slowly walked and peek, inside there is a peacefully sleeping girl, a memory came flashing to her, how she tried to escape from her deep melancholy, suddenly a small smile formed to her lips as she whispered " now I can able to sleep, not only for tonight but forever".