Scream by Abbi Outen

He's not breathing. He was, and now he's not. I just needed him to be quiet. Just for a minute. Just so I could think. There was so much noise and I just needed it all to stop. But it's quiet now. Too quiet. He is turning cold and heavy in my arms. I can't put him down. I can't look at what I've done. All I can hear are my own thought thundering through my brain. And all I want to do, is scream.