Everything happens in due time, that’s what I’ve always believed in. I’ve always believed in that one day where everything changes, where everything would be drastically improved, for better or for worse. But only in due time.
I don’t remember much of that day for me, but I remember holding my baby girl and smiling at her as her eyes scrunched up in the harsh hospital light. And I knew, on that day, that she would make everything change. She would make me famous, she would give me a name. And with that, I threw her out the window.
It wasn’t that loud of a splat, and it most certainly wasn’t her screaming her head off. I looked down to see a shower of broken glass twinkle down over her mottled form and the lady covered in entrails and blood. It was beautiful.
And so, here I am, famous as I can be, in a nice grey cell with lots and lots of friends to talk to. They all know me, and so do the people outside of my happy little home. I get daily meals, and I get to chill for 90% of my day.
And it all came to me so easily. All in due time.
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Credits to: Mr_Halloween
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