Being unexpectedly roused from a restless sleep, Casey felt the mattress being pressed down as if someone had sat on the bed next to her. Holding her breath, she listened. There was the soft rumble of thunder far off in the distance, the whirring of the overhead ceiling fan, and the faintest sound of someone’s soft, rhythmic breathing. The air felt ten degrees colder than it should as she shivered under the covers. A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone. A gentle caress stroked the hair from her face, and the feeling of someone watching her had her stomach churning. Had …show more content…
It was three months after our daughter died.” “You never mentioned you had a child.” “It’s agonizing to think about, let alone, bring up as a topic of conversation. I’m not sure how to describe what it’s like to lose a child.” “I’m listening.” “The best description is your heart feels like its being crushed from the inside. The pain is a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. There is no relief. Watching my child dying in my arms without the means to stop it was the most horrific day of my life. The next was when I found out my husband had slept with his secretary.” “Darlin’, I’m so sorry that happened to you of all people. You are so sweet and kind. It’s just a downright shame.” Fiona reached out to stroke Casey’s trembling hand. “Go ahead and take your time, we have all day if need be. Why don’t you tell me about your daughter? I’m sure she was lovely.” “She was a chubby little cherub and her name was Kelly. She was only four years old when she died. It happened so quickly. If feels like it was only yesterday that we played with her Barbie dolls. We would spend hours dressing and primping each one until they were perfect for her newest and greatest fashion show.” “If you don’t mind me asking, what did she die
“You never really get over it,” she said. “I just think about what his life would have been like. It just left a hole in my heart.”
“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .
An immense pressure bore in her head as she slowly awoke from her midday slumber, her daydreams slowly fading away from her mind. Reality sunk in, and she found herself awake. Dim light shone through the windows and it pierced her eyes, worse than a thousand needles ever could. Her mental screams sounded that of countless condemned souls, shrieking for life
“I remember you, Nannion. I remember giving you your name. I can’t remember my own child and grandchild; I only remember me thinking of them and talking out loud about them. I remember you so well. You were such an important part of my life on those last couple of days.”
“Thank you my Lord,” the man expressed. “My mother would’ve never survive from the heartache of losing another child, especially one as special as her.”
Mitch was living on the back side of society, always just one step ahead of bankruptcy. Investing all his own resources, and those resources borrowed or stolen from every other avenue, had brought him to new heights of creative finance to keep his air freight service afloat. Flying was all he ever wanted to do even if that would force him to cross a few legal and moral boundaries. This attitude and life choice worked out well as most of his clients wanted nothing to do with the government or the law. He called them techno-preppers, people that wanted to live off grid but were not the standard tree hugger types. Mitch, in a small way envied these people, he just wasn’t willing to pack it all in, not just yet at least. Mitch’s hallucination
“If you didn’t keep your parents and sister such a secret, if you talked about them, maybe you wouldn’t grieve as hard now.”
Lately I have been a complete mess. Danny's been dead for a year now and the time to mourn has long gone by. But everyday I still think about how it was my fault. If I just hadn't told Danny that Lucy was cheating on him, I wouldn't have to write this write now. I desperately need forgiveness, but who can forgive me? I certainly can't talk to Lucy from beyond the grave. And the children are just too young to understand. And if I tell Mom, she will certainly never forgive me. Only Cicely knows, but she won't take me seriously. She says that I’m being paranoid, that it’s not really my fault. But I know it is. Nobody just drives into a wall on purpose.
Her body went rigid, when a snort from behind her caught her attention, the air that brushed across her flesh sent goose bumps along her skin as the hair on the back of her neck slowly stood up. She slowly turned to
Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.
“I was barely home because of my work. So I often call her, she said that the kids are happy and doing well, but I would never thought this would happen.” Mr Foo said unable to control his emotions.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry to say but your mother passed away recently. She was in a car accident." "W-what?" I said tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry."
Kate decided that she should be a good friend to Jana and help her out. She told Jana that she needed to develop her thoughts more.
Dying was never a good thing, especially when they were someone that you had kwon for such a large percentage of your life. Killed in cold blood was an expression that I knew rather well, it was an expression that I had caused, the amount of people I had shot, stabbed, struggled or whatever else was a huge amount. It was something I wasn’t proud these days, but I use to be so glad when I saw a face of someone I didn’t like lying at the bottom of my feet. The expressions frozen on their face forever. I remember when my dad died, I was eighteen I never got to say goodbye, and the body was lost. Loosing someone wasn’t as bad as seeing everyone else who was still here expression.
For years I thought and thought and since she is now gone, I blamed you for making me mad enough to send you out into a war, a war I knew nothing, but a miracle can save you, but I now realize that no one can make me feel anything I don’t want to feel. I know saying I’m sorry can never restore your life or make your family whole again. Sending you off to your death is terrible, I know your family was sad and Leslie