Bloody Smiles {One-shot}

My mother past away soon after my premature birth. From then on I was raised by my older sister Susannah, and my father Michael. My father moved our small family to a quaint town in south Scotland, Fantear.There my father bought a small broken-down house that used to be a barbershop. He than spent days and nights working on his new pharmacy.
His dream was to be doctor but whatever he could grab with his hands he would accept.
My father was a well-mannered man in his late forties, with a graying toothbrush mustache, and he was a very round man, which was not unusual for aristocrats, but you see we were not high in society, to my knowledge anyway. This extra meat on him made him look a little like Ole' Saint Nick, which always brought kids around, which I enjoyed immensely.
Susannah was a tall and lean girl, with amber eyes and red locks that draped around her face creating an untamable mane. She was a very smart and adventurous girl who loved nature. Yet she seemed to be afraid of people and instead made friends with the animals she came upon. She was very dear to me, I do not know what I would do If I lost her.
When Susannah and I were of age we went to the local primary school, here was where we had our greatest memories and friends. It was also where I found my first love. Martha Lane was short skinny girl, her eyes danced with life, and she never seemed to sit down, she couldnt last a day without helping out the Fantear community. She came to school everyday with a bright smile, and a helping hand. That is until October came, her mother had fallen sick, and without a father, she also being a only child, her mother was the only person she had left. As the days rolled on, Martha came to school with the same bright smile, even though she was driven insane with grief. Many other pupils tried to cheer her up, but we never saw that same fire in her eyes. The day before Christmas her mother past on. A week later the Fantear Orphanage collected Martha. No farewells, no last Good Lucks, she was just gone.


I never saw Martha Lane again....
After Martha was taken away, I was determined to bring joy to the people around me, no one would forget Martha Lane. I volunteered anywhere I was needed, spending night and day with small jobs, around the house and in the community. Soon, I finished schooling, and traveled to England to study law. I was gone for only five years when I was sent a letter from Susannah, my father fell ill from pneumonia and past away two weeks earlier.
I traveled back to Scotland and attended my fathers funeral. It was cold and dismal, only a few close family members attended. The priest performed the service, but I did not cry until workers started to lower my fathers rain-spattered coffin into the ground. He was laid to rest next to rest next to my mothers grave. . I imagined them dancing together, like what I was told they did on their wedding night.
They were finally together....
After the funeral, I moved back into my childhood home, so I could take care of Susannah, who was deep in depression. Susannah would no longer go outside, care for her garden, or even take a glance out side the window. She would just spend the days rocking back and forth in our mothers old rocking chair, she would just stare into space. I always used to wonder, and still do, what she thought about. She must of felt like she was on the top of the world in her dreams.
A couple of months passed, with no signs of improvement in Susannahs health, I decided to quit college to take care of her full time. But I soon realized that I couldnt take care of her properly, she deserved more. With the money I inherited from my father, I placed her in a home in France. It was located near a forest and a stream, I know she would love it there. I said my goodbyes, hugged her like a lifeline and with tears in my eyes I left.
When Summer came, I was alerted that she passed away in her sleep.....

I was the only one who attended her funeral. She was buried near my parents graves, there I left a bouquet of yellow lilies. I was alone, no family, no wife, practically no friends. I walked home, sayings my greetings to the passing citizens on their way to work. I walked into my fathers study opened his safe, the combination rung through ears as I turned the knob. 13.I turned the knob left.32.I turned the knob right.18.I turned the knob left. I pulled open the safe, grabbed the revolver that my father had gotten from his grandfather. I gingerly closed the safe, and walked into my bedroom, spreading out the photos of my family, Martha Lane, the love that she spread, Susannah her wild red hair still etched in my mind, my father the kindness that he showed, and the mother I never knew. I sat on the bed, with the pictures surrounding me, they smiled as I brought the revolver to my head and pulled the trigger.
I was buried by my familie's graves, a week later, no one came to the funeral. But I got to be with my family once again.
We are dancing together up in heaven.
These are the smiles
that stared at me.
Even though I tried for miles,
I will always see
their glowing pride.

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