Missing Her

Chapter One

   Annabelle and I always made these small adjustments to our lives as we went along. Her smile gave me life, it explains why we moved so much in the last five years of our life. We have a lot of warrants out for our arrest, well,I have a lot at least. After she left this world I kind of settled, my life went to nothing without her. Every once in a while I'll here her name coming from somewhere, or I'll smell her scent and I'll just melt away in a couch. I know she wouldn't have wanted me to be like this but god dammit it's so hard to live an exciting life when your reason for excitement has left you.
I'm pitying myself.....I know. Her little dog still scampers across the downstairs living room floor, she was always there. I think in a way he knows she's dead too but he wants her to be alive just as much as I do. His name is mix, she came up with it when she saw he was a golden retriever and pit bull. Every insane adventure we had he was there, kinda like our child. She was 25 when she died, she would hate to see me now. I'm a thirty-two year old mess, I still live in the same house but I keep it just as messy as when she left.
Mix is downstairs now, its only seven sixteen, I want to go ahead to the grocery store and by some milk, before the Sunday rush gets in.
I flip over in bed and slide my feet from under the blanket. As I sit up I feel an ache in my back, it's another problem I have from the car wreck. My feet touch the cold hardwood floor, I am awake. I am awake in this cold heartless world and I hate it. Everything about me has become emotionless and depressed, once my huge smile could light up a room and some buildings but now I am just another suicidal disgrace. I'm okay with that.
", MIX!" I yell knowing he is downstairs waiting for his daily walk. I look over at my night stand and stare at the bleach and pills with a glass sitting next to them.
" Not yet.... It's not time." I mumble under my breathe, while shaking my head. Mix was getting old and once he was dead i would leave to see Annabelle, we would all be together once again.
I drug myself out of bed and Mix ran to my feet to greet me, I just looked down at him. I stopped at the bathroom gazing at the shower, then moving on from it, what was the point of staying clean anymore. I slide into some sweatpants and a T-shirt and moved towards the coat hanger, which held Mix's collar and leash. I bent down to put his leash and collar on, then we were off to another day. As we walked we saw plenty of happy couples, probably on dates, one even stopped and fed Mix.
"What a cute puppy." the perfectly sculpted man said. His smile was so genuine it made me mad but I held back my unnecessary anger and managed to utter a 'thank you'. It seemed like they wanted to stop and hold me for a conversation but I walked away and moved faster as they spoke louder. The store seemed pretty far, I didn't have a car to drive me there and no money to pay a taxi, so instead of walking to store, I figured I may not be able to get milk from the farmers market, but other things would work.
I walked through the market, everyone was smiling and looking at me. I stopped at a booth that had corn dogs and hot dogs, I bought one of each for me and Mix.
"You seem depressed. Have you lost someone?" A woman with an orange dress on asked me. She stood in front of me, on the other side of the booth. She had clouded eyes, but she stared at me as if she could see my soul.
"Me?" I asked in denial that she had even utter a word my way.
"Yes, you. With the dog!" She said smiling wide " I'm Swanya, and you lost some one" she said confidently loud.
"Five years ago" I spat, scarred of what was going to happen next.
"Now, Now. Come here and let Swanya see your soul. Don't be scarred, jump behind here and come to the back of the tent I need privacy."She waddled to the darkened part of the tent and she sat on an old chair. "CHIMAR, COME HERE" A young boy came to her aid. "Take his pup for a while so I can read him and take over the booth for a while. This will take long." she said quickly and when he left she grabbed my arm. She reached down and put on a white mask, next, she grabbed a paint brush with blue on it and painted the blue across my wrist. Finally, she took a knife and cut across my wrist.

This is it.

The End

I've been waiting for this

I only hope Mix lives a happy life

Finally, goodbye

ALRIGHT
So I hope the first chapter wasn't too long. I know I need to cut this down but there is so many things I want to fit in it. I promise from on out it wont be this long unless there are some core parts that I need to fit in for better understanding. The picture at the top is Michael.

THERE IS GOING TO BE A CHAPTER TWO!!!!! THIS ISN'T THE END BUT IT KINDA IS.
-taco-