After the Lair

Helpless / Stay Alive

|| Erik Destler ||

A week.

It had been a week.

7 days.

Not a sound.

Not a whisper.

She was asleep.

"Coma." They had told me.

"Dead." They had implied.

She was dead.

It was my fault.

"Christine, I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"It's me-it's Erik. I'm alive and now you're not, and I...oh my gosh. Please wake up. Christine, I need you."

I held her hand.

Then I heard beeping.

Doctors rushed in..

Everything was blurry.

She was gone.

I was pushed out of the room by a nurse.

I fell to the ground and started to cry.

Tear after tear.

After tear

After tear

After-

"Monsieur Destler?"

"Y-Ye-Yes?" I sobbed

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but she's..."

I couldn't hear the last word.

I just burst through the door.

"Oh, my gosh," I cried out.