I reached for the drawer handle, my eyes in a watery haze searching for something sharp. Something to destroy the remnants of my past that was in these pictures, letters and tapes. This wasn’t me anymore. My hand glided across a pair of scissors- these would do the job. I am safe from cutting myself with the blurred and teary vision I had left in this moment but the tool would be able to slice cleanly through the papers and snip through the reels.
I bitterly snapped the blades together until all the evidence was a pile of pieces the size of a thumbnail each. It was a long night but it was coming to an end. By tomorrow, my identity would be hidden and I would be travelling away from here. Never stopping but putting a stop to the harm of those that used to be close and ending my guilt of the life I had once chosen.