Terrible Things

Chapter 1

*Inspired from the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

"Daddy why hasn't mommy woken up yet?" Seven year old Aiden asked his father who was crying into his wife's stomach. His father continued crying as he held the lifeless body of his beloved wife in his hands.

Aiden's heart began beating rather fast as he continued watching the scene in front of him. Never has he seen his father cry. He began worrying when his mother didn't do anything to comfort his father. She would normally play with his father's hair until she calmed him down.

"Daddy?" Aiden asked yet again, trying to get his father's attention. The poor boy tried and tried, but his father's attention was on his wife who no longer had her beautiful smile on her face or her caring brown eyes open. Not gaining his father's attention he moved to his mother.

"Mommy? Mommy why is daddy crying?" He asked as he gently shook his mother's body. She didn't move a muscle at the skin contact. He seemed confused. She would normally be awake by any nudge or by hearing any voice in her room.

"Mommy, you need to wake up." Aiden tried as he shook her once more. He waited two seconds until he began shaking her again. Tears began forming in his eyes as his mother ignored his pleas for her to wake up.

"Mommy wake up." His voice cracked as he began crying. His father pulled him to his body as he held onto his son for dear life. His son cried into his father's arms as his mother remained unresponsive.

"Daddy why isn't mommy waking up?" Aiden asked his crying father who rocked him in his arms. He felt sympathy towards his father. He wanted to comfort his father, but didn't know how.

"Daddy, please stop crying." The seven year old softly spoke as he hugged his father; doing his best to comfort him. "Everything is okay daddy. Mommy is going to wake up and comfort us both with her big hugs." He spoke as he watched his mother's body. Hearing those words leave his son's lips, the father began crying harder into his son's back as he shook his head repeatedly.

"Son. How I wish you were right. How I wish she could just wake up and comfort us both." Michael told his son as he stared at his wife's body.

Both of them being unaware of some people watching them at the door of the bedroom. There stood three people. A doctor and the dead woman's parents. The doctor felt sympathy towards the heartbroken family. While the elderly couple held unto each other for support as they watched the unresponsive body of their youngest daughter, Danielle.

"My baby, my baby," Jessica, Danielle's mother cried into her husbands chest as she hit him. She cried as loud as Michael, Danielle's husband did. Her husband, Nicholas played with her hair as he tried comforting her. Whispering comforting words into her ear as she hugged him tight.

"Nick, it hurts. It hurts here," she spoke as she patted the left side of her chest that was just above her heart.

"I feel it too, Jessica. It hurts me too. But what can we do?" Nicholas spoke with a trembling voice. Gently he led her out of the bedroom away from the depressing scene and into the kitchen, the doctor following them shortly.

"Never fall in love son." The heartbroken father told his son as he cried.

"Why daddy?" Aiden questioned as they got up from the bed, where his mother lay.

"It's just too much too loose." Michael answered his son as they walked away from the bedroom themselves.

"Why isn't mommy waking up?" Aiden asked his father yet again. Michael sighed thinking of an easy way to respond to his son. An easy way to tell a seven year old child that their mother is dead and no longer with them.

Abruptly, Michael stopped walking making his son stop also. He knelt down to be the same level as his son, the only son he and Danielle had together.

"Superman, You will need to be strong. Very strong for daddy okay?" He questioned his son as some tears formed in both of their eyes. He raised his hand to wipe his son's tears away.

"Yes, daddy." Aiden answered, beginning to feel nervous as to why his father was asking that of him. Michael's heart began beating as he thought of many ways of telling his son the heart breaking news.

"You know that mommy is watching over us at this very moment?" He questioned his son. He noticed as Aiden's eyes lit up with delight as he turned around looking back at his mother's bedroom. Hoping to see her standing by the doorway watching them with a warm smile on her beautiful face.

"No she isn't daddy." He responded honestly to his father's question. Michael smiled softly at his little boy.

"But she is. She is on a road trip up in heaven and watching over us from up there," Michael spoke as he pointed towards the ceiling.

"She is?" Aiden spoke with hope clearly visible in his eyes that were identical to his mother's.

"Yes. She is smiling at us and is protecting us," Michael reassured his son, who was looking up at the ceiling trying to see if he was able to find his mother.

"Daddy?" He questioned as he looked over at his father who looked heartbroken.

"Yes, superman?" Michael questioned as he smiled sadly at his son. He never wanted to loose his wife. He never wanted his son to grow up without a parent, especially this young. Yet, he knew this would be the price to pay if he were to have ever married his beautiful, Danielle. He loved her and still loves her. Everything they went through. All the pain, the tears, the laughter, the happiness everything was worth this heartbreak. He just hopes that one day his son will feel the same.

"How far is heaven?" Aiden asked his father. Michael stopped for a second thinking of a way to respond.

"Think of it this way. Heaven is as far as traveling to the moon and stars." Michael smiled at his son. Aiden gasped with enthusiasm at the thought of his mother traveling so far away and being among the stars. She'll be the brightest star among them. But little did the boy know that his mother isn't coming back from this road trip.