'When you think you've had enough of this life, well hang on.' She had been singing it like a mantra in her head.' Everybody hurts,' but how long could she be expected to hang on?
Each little pain was prising one more finger from the ledge, loosening another turn of the pill bottle lid, pushing one step closer to the cliff. How long could anyone be expected to hang on?
"Mummy?"
She bent down to cuddle her son. Longer! She could hang on longer.
She tightened her grip.
Each little pain was prising one more finger from the ledge, loosening another turn of the pill bottle lid, pushing one step closer to the cliff. How long could anyone be expected to hang on?
"Mummy?"
She bent down to cuddle her son. Longer! She could hang on longer.
She tightened her grip.
