On her wall #3

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She’s always crying, the bigger fly buzzed. All she does is sit in the house and cry.
Pathetic, if you ask me, the second fly twitched.

Sheba rolled over on the sofa, snuggling deeper into her fleece blanket.

You remember when she poured that whole bottle of vodka down the drain.
Yeah, the small fly snickered. You almost got sucked down the sink when trying to get a sip.
That was some good stuff, the big one remembered. She should have taken a swig instead of groveling on the floor and calling out to God.

Sheba whimpered from under the covers as she tightened her body into a ball, “Please God, please take the pain away.”

There she goes again, talking to God, the small fly said.
Come on, the big fly jumped off the wall and whizzed away shouting, let’s find something better to watch.
The smaller fly glanced over Sheba. Pathetic, it said again, and flit away.
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Entry #2

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Sheba rolled over in bed quickly, answering the phone on the first ring. Her eyes popped open in time to see a number she didn’t recognize.
“Hello,” she groaned.
“I’m sorry, She-b.” Her friend’s voice cracked between sobs.
“Crystal? What’s wrong?”
“I – just can’t – take this – no more,” Crystal gasped, bursting into another round of tears.
“Crystal, where are you?”
“I – don’t – know,” she heaved. “I just – left – and kept – walking.”
“Tell me what’s wrong, Crys?”
A heavy heart-wrenching cry screeched through the phone tearing Sheba from her bed. Stuffing her legs into her jeans, she demanded, “Tell me where you are, Crys. I’m coming to get you.”
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Something New

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Sheba stared at herself in the mirror. Tears crystallized on her lashes and poured down her cheeks. She bent over into the rushing water, splashing the tears away. Then titled her heavy head upward and looked into the narrow, red eyes. Why wasn’t she over this yet? Reaching over, she grabbed the towel hanging on the doorknob and buried her swollen eyes into the cotton comfort. Before she could lift her head, the pain etched on her heart forced out another round of the disgusting liquid. “Please make it stop, God,” she begged.
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