A Bruwing Tale: Forgotten Love

"Not many people know me, so first let me start off by saying thank you. Thank you for all you have done to support me" Bruwing started her speech with confidence. "it has been a long, dark road with almost no light at the end... however, today.... today I can start anew!" she announced proudly, wanting only to boost mainly her own confidence.

"Bruwing, who are you talking to dear?" her mother resounded through their thin battered walls. Her frown grew with disappointment as she was pulled out of focus. "no one....." she started with sadness in her words "no one mom, sorry I'll be quiet" she shrunk back into her bed as she sighed deeply. She never understood why Bruwing wanted to go down her graphic design path, after all she wasnt talented. She could barely draw a stick figure! "Mom, do you think I will ever leave this place?" she asked, knowing full well her mother held nothing back.

But there was only silence. Eerie. Dead. Silence. "Mom?" Bruwing sounded off with a slightly elevated tone. Nothing "Mom? Hey mom??" she walked towards her mothers usually closed door only to find a horrific scene in front of her. Panic settled in as she frantically tried to free her limp body from the edge of the balcony. Struggling more and more until she just gave up, tears streaming down her face. How could she do this to her? Of all the days! "I only just turned 18, why.... why did you have...why!!!" she screamed out alerting her already shocked neighbors. The sirens could now be heard, but she no longer cared. Tap tap, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, attempting to catch her attention. tap tap tap. "Sweetheart, we need to get your mom down... I'm so sorry hunny" this person's word meant nothing to her.