Short Stories

My past (part 2)

I walked over my vanity and opened the top drawer. The relayed a small pocket knife.
The knife was decorated with a shiny rusted metal. It had been given to me by my grandmother. She always kept it with her.
My vision blurred once more. "Not yet..." I said stumbling over to the door. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened the door to my room.
All the lights wee off in the house, leaving it very dark and cold. Hesitantly, I walked out of my room. The pocket knife still in my hand.
I walked down the stairs slowly and carefully, with every step a wave of spin but my head.
My arms stung from the fresh air as I opens the door leasing to the outside. The air was thick with fog. I stepped out of my house closing the door not caring too lock it. I wasn't coming back anyway.
I took a step towards the edge of the porch and started down another flight of stairs. Taking in my time walking down, staring at the foggy scenery.
When u made it to the bottom of the stair. I started my way to the park.
I've lived in this house all my life. I've never lived anywhere but this house. While my friends moved away, I stayed put in the home where my mother grew up in, married in, and sadly died in.
Just down the street was large park, I had gone to this park with my mother everyday when I was younger. Along with the park, there was a pond. My brother drowned in that pond.
As I came closer to the park the pond came into view. It was dark and mercy. My vision blurred again, this time a wave of pain hit my already aching head.
I tightened my grip around the pocket knife and flicked it open. The blade was shiny except got the tip of it which was rusted. I walked closer to the pond.
I looked around to see if anyone was around and.....
   

.............TO BE CONTINUED.............