She awoke to find herself still seated in front of the computer. Her Internet connection long gone she would sit longingly in front of the screen remembering her friends, those she never met, but felt she knew so well.

That they had been there for her through her children leaving home, her husbands murder and her trial. Writing how happy they were she had been found not guilty.

She stayed with them for awhile after until her funds were slowly eaten away by bills too big to pay, by her embarrassment to ask for help from her family and by her guilt for what she had done.

She pushed family and friends  alike away, sinking into a deep dark world where her long dead husband would come and visit at night and cuss and yell at her like he used to, spending the night  making her pay forever for what she had done.

Her last remaining money kept her phone on in hopes that one day her children would forgive her and come home to visit. That one day she would see her grandchildren again. She found she could take no more, she could wait no longer and made plans to end her misery. She had written long letters to each of her children explaining why she was doing what she was going to do, leaving them each a piece of her to remember her by, of happier times.

As she stretched out on her bed knowing the husband would visit one last time before the pills took hold she heard the phone ring.

 "Hi mom? The baby and I are coming home to visit tomorrow. Is that okay?"

She smiled to herself and put the pills back in the bottle, one of her children had forgiven her and was coming home and the end of her story could wait for another time.

I have not written a fiction story since my middle son shipped out to the Navy and with him home for a few days this came to me and I wrote it in 5 minutes time. He says my story is good but he hates my subject!

I will not ever follow through on any subject line in this story...promise.