Embers in the dark

Her fingers grasped along the floor, weakly gripping the aged carpet. Pulling at the thread she moved her body along the uneven floor. Her movements painted her blood in a picture of her agony and despair. Her skin bruised and battered.

Blood muffled her cries for help.

She kept herself curled inwards, her hands alternating between moving her body and wrapping around her midsection.

The rain pelted furiously against the glass door, less than a meter away.

He allowed her to move this far but no further; he grabbed her hair and dragged her back. Her eyes speckled with blood clots wandered around the room looking for a way out.

However her mind was sluggish.

She felt her life ebbing away and she knew there would be no tomorrow.

The embers flickered in the fireplace and soon died out allowing the cold wind to roam the desolate house.

***

Freya didn't fear death, most of her life she lived in a state of limbo. When her mother told her to leave school she did not question her future. When her father arranged her marriage, she accepted her fate. When her husband gambled away their belongings she worked harder.

It was only when she fell pregnant that she learnt what life was. She had wanted to live a life for her unborn children and yet in her final moments her husband took that away from her. He extinguished her hope when he killed her and her unborn children and for the first time she fought back. Only it was too late.