It is Done

            Oh, the horror! I cannot believe this, why oh why does it happen? I am the murderer of my dear father, the husband of my mother! Apollo,why must you do this to me? How did I not know all along? Do the gods hate me,if so then why?
            Do they hate me for the crimes I have committed, the people I have killed, and how I married my own mother? But why would that anger, it is their words that craft my fate. Perhaps it was all meant to be this way, but what if Jocasta had not sent me off?
          I cannot bear the pain, and I went into the palace to speak with my mother, but the only thing I found was her lifeless body with a noose around her neck. Her cheeks are cold, her eyes are still watery with tears. No longer could I bear the sight of anything, not the mother I married, not the people of Thebes that I failed. Not the light of day, for the it was the light of day that shined upon the truth, leading to my mothers death.
           I took the golden pins in Jocasta’s dress, and thrust them into each of my eyes over and over again. I would not let my self see the man I became, I would not let myself see Thebe’s shock concerning my true fate.
           To the mountains for me, I insisted. I must die on the same mountain that my horrid fate began. I will go there, no resources, no hope for survival. Some may say that me obliterating my eyes is not the proper punishment for Laius and Jocasta’s death, but it is more painful for me to live this way. This is the only proper way of me paying for the crimes I have committed, the people’s lives I have ruined. No one forgive me.