Katelyn
Was I meant to love such a man?
I never really pondered on the subject, but I catch myself on the topic at hand anyway. I love him unconditionally. I'm sure he feels the same way about me as well... So why is this thought ran across my mind?
Well, I'm dying.
At this time, every aspect and detail races across your mind. The thoughts that normally aren't even given a second chance are suddenly embedded into my brain.
So, was I made for this man? This man.. This man that I'm hurting.. This man, whom has no idea at this moment that I'm dying.. That if, just if, he would've picked up the phone things would probably be different...
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Running throughout the house, I duck into one of the bedrooms and into one of the bathrooms that was attached to it. Quickly, I hide underneath the bathroom sink. Trying to hold my breath, I hold in my breaths.
Why am I running?
Just as I was about to get out from my hiding spot, I hear someone yell my name. Oh, right.
The voice constantly reminds me how I'm going to die and that there was no one to come and save me. Christopher was gone. The children we had- names I cannot repeat at this time- were long gone as well. I hear a small thud next to me, causing me to feel around for whatever it was that made such noise. Holding it up to my face, I realize it's a fucking phone!
Who am I supposed to call?
I rack my brain trying to remember who I had once told Christopher to call during emergencies. It was such a simple number, so why couldn't I think?! Hearing some footsteps coming up the steps, I gulp. I go through my contacts and hit the first person I can think of.
I cling onto the phone in desperation. Please pick up the phone Christopher... Tell me who to call...
I hear the rings it makes when it's dialing. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks in panic.
"Heyyyyy, it's Christopherrrr phonnneeee. I don't answer? Oh, okay... What else do I say Kate.. Linn?"
Then, the beep comes though. I take a deep breath. This is the last message that I can give to him... This has to count for something... It has to actually mean something to not only me, but him and my children.
"Someone is coming for me... I know him though.. I love you with all my heart, that's what I do remember. Remember our wedding day? Remember when we first met at that ice cream place? I remember all of it.. I told you I would never forget you.. Not even when I'm about to die.. I'm dying pretty soon, I'm sorry... I promised you I wouldn't leave you, but it's not my fault I swear! Any who... Tell my children I love them and it must be heartbreaking having a Mother like me... So, maybe, this was for the best for them... I lo- AHHHHHH..."
Halfway through my speech, I was choking onto my own tears.. I guess that's how he ended up finding me.. I'm an idiot. WHY COULD I NOT REMEMBER THE DAMN NUMBER SO THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED?! ..... I could've been saved... I placed my fate into the wrong hands-my own.
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I choke on my own blood it feels...
"I told you we'd die together.." The man states in a calm voice as he watches me suffer. "I'm a coward though.." He begins to chuckle a bit, looking away from me. "I can't kill myself... Can you do it for me? Oh-no.. That wouldn't be right of me to ask that of you. We always loved each other I think."
He leans towards me and places his nasty lips upon mines.. These are CHRISTOPHER'S lips, the fuck.
"People would think I'm delusional, but I know what I see and feel between us.. Wait- FUCK- you're dying! Wait! No no no no no. We can't have that.. I know what I said, but since I'm not dying that means you have to live too!"
He moves around, frantically searching for something. He pauses, and looks at me. His eyes slowly move from mine towards something not too far from my body. He tilts his head with a puzzled look spread across his face. He slowly walks towards it and picks it up. The damn phone....
"You.... You tried to save yourself from me? YOU TRIED TO LEAVE ME?" He started off speaking so low I could barely hear him, until he suddenly raised his voice. I begin to cough, spitting up my own blood and see it escape everywhere. I think some even got onto him.
He bends down towards me and stares at my side profile.
"See... I was going to save your life until I found out that you're a two faced bitch. You just couldn't wait to leave me, so guess what? You're going to leave alright, and you're going straight to hell. Damn you. We could've been something great."
He stands up and scrolls through the phone.
"Now let's see who the fuck you called.."
