Short Stories

David Wemyss

SPOILER ALERT FOR A MOTHER'S LOVE!

Don't read if you don't want to know what will happen. :)

I couldn't keep my eyes off the end of the aisle. She was going to be there soon, standing there, walking to me.

Sweat started to bead around my hairline and I wiped it away with a tissue in my pocket - my best man thought of everything.

Steve, the best man, patted by back gently as my breathing escalated.

Not long now.

The music started up, Bach or someone - I couldn't tell, it was her choice - and my eyes strained to see the girl I was to marry. Slowly, she waltzed down the aisle, her white dress hitched up every so often revealing a tartan underskirt and I couldn't hold the grin that spread across my face. She is mine.

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'I can't tell you how profoundly that day affected me.'

I stared, my eyes not seeing anything around me, I stared. Walking in a slow march, the wooden box, held up by myself and others, didn't seem real. This wasn't real.

A baby started to cry and it hurt my chest. I stared.

Tuesday's screams wouldn't stop and I wanted to go to her, wanted to tell her nothing was wrong. Mummy would be back soon.

The person in the coffin, my only reason for getting through everything that happened to me as a child, the girl I swore my life to, the girl I told I would never, could never, hurt. I killed her.

It was a mistake; I didn't mean to do it. She was - is - my world. I depended on her, needed her too much yet this is my fault.

I stared. I had not been able to cry, no tears would come, leave salty streaks on my face, show how sad I am. I don't feel anything though.

I hardly remember why I was so angry that I would hit her again - something about her having some bloke over while I was away at work. It was such a trivial thing to get mad about; he was a family friend - gay at that.

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'I can't tell you how profoundly that day affected me.' I whispered as the cuffs were tightened around my wrists.

Okay, well, you might be able to tell what this is but hell, it was for english. :)

Erm, I have kinda quite Wattpad but OH WELL. I'm doing Creative Writing at school again so I will be uploading short stories every so often. :)

Erm... Don't ask about anything else 'cause I am writing them but REALLY slowly and I really can't be bothered with anyone telling me to upload... Not that that would happen...

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