Humble_Wolf
01-05-2010, 05:54 PM
She awoke screaming again for the third time this week.
I felt bad for her, truly I did. I can’t imagine what that is like, losing the one you love. She didn’t deserve all of those night terrors and it wasn’t her fault no matter how much she said it was.
It was dark outside and the frost was spread across the windows. My cup of coffee was still warm and my cigarette was burning into the filter, but still I smoked it.
“Annie? You alright?” I asked already knowing the answer. She didn’t respond. “Annie?” Still nothing.
I got up and took my half filled cup to the sink and poured the coffee down the drain. I didn’t care for that stuff anyway. I leaned over the sink and bowed my head letting out a huge sigh. How did we end up like this? Where did the time go?
I started to walk to the end of the small dimly lit hallway. The cheap panel board walls held no warmth and the seventies style shag carpet was stained and ripped. I made the last left at the end of the hallway and made my way into the master bedroom. What a joke that was, master bedroom. I scoffed at the idea. In this place nothing was luxury and everything was miserable suffering.
I could see her outline in the dark. She was hunched over the unused baby clothes and sobbing. It breaks my heart to see her like this, I love this woman I truly do and I would do anything for her. I walked to the bed, sat down and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her face into my torso, her arms latched around my waist. She sobbed quietly. “I’m here.” I said as I brushed my hand through her soft brown hair. The lost child was not mine nor was I her husband. I was just her friend, the only one she seemed to have left.
She was such a wonderful woman before the “accident.” She was warm and friendly with a glow that very few people had. She was just for lack of a better word “genuine.”
I stared off into the dark and I thought about what I could say to her. But the truth is nothing I could ever say would release the pain that weighed her down. I remember the way she used to smile with that look of wonder in her eyes while she told me her dreams. I think everyone has dreams, I know I used to.
A small tear welled up in my eye and rolled down my cheek and I squeezed her tightly in my arms, she squeezed back and I smiled through my tears. She was all I had left in the world.
It was at that moment I realized how wonderful and precious life was and that It is a damn shame to think that we lose sight of that sometimes. We should take a moment to sit and think, “What is most important to me?” Assess your situation carefully, weigh the options and then just go for it because most of the time we don’t get second chances.
She is still so young and I know she has a lot of growing up to do. After this time passes she will be a stronger woman. I love her with every fiber of my being and I will never stop supporting her no matter what happens. I have told her many things throughout her life but I never told her I thought life was short, I mean how could I know? As far as I know it’s the longest thing we will be doing.
All I want from life now is to see her happy again, to see her smile, god only knows she deserves it. So I will stay here with her as long as she’ll have me. She will be my priority and my reason for living. And as long as she is breathing the breath of life I will be by her side.
I noticed her sobbing had ceased as she was starting to fall asleep. I laid her on her side and covered her with the blanket. Her breathing became steadier and I could hear the sound of the wind whipping through the trees outside. I took off my coat and jeans and put on my sweats and laid down beside her.
“I am here if you need anything.” I whispered in her ear. I could see a hint of a smile on her lips and that warmed my heart. I kissed her soft cheek and smiled taking a long look at her. She looked like an angel come to earth and I was grateful for every moment I got to share with her. Like I said before, I love this woman. I am her father and she is my only daughter.
I felt bad for her, truly I did. I can’t imagine what that is like, losing the one you love. She didn’t deserve all of those night terrors and it wasn’t her fault no matter how much she said it was.
It was dark outside and the frost was spread across the windows. My cup of coffee was still warm and my cigarette was burning into the filter, but still I smoked it.
“Annie? You alright?” I asked already knowing the answer. She didn’t respond. “Annie?” Still nothing.
I got up and took my half filled cup to the sink and poured the coffee down the drain. I didn’t care for that stuff anyway. I leaned over the sink and bowed my head letting out a huge sigh. How did we end up like this? Where did the time go?
I started to walk to the end of the small dimly lit hallway. The cheap panel board walls held no warmth and the seventies style shag carpet was stained and ripped. I made the last left at the end of the hallway and made my way into the master bedroom. What a joke that was, master bedroom. I scoffed at the idea. In this place nothing was luxury and everything was miserable suffering.
I could see her outline in the dark. She was hunched over the unused baby clothes and sobbing. It breaks my heart to see her like this, I love this woman I truly do and I would do anything for her. I walked to the bed, sat down and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her face into my torso, her arms latched around my waist. She sobbed quietly. “I’m here.” I said as I brushed my hand through her soft brown hair. The lost child was not mine nor was I her husband. I was just her friend, the only one she seemed to have left.
She was such a wonderful woman before the “accident.” She was warm and friendly with a glow that very few people had. She was just for lack of a better word “genuine.”
I stared off into the dark and I thought about what I could say to her. But the truth is nothing I could ever say would release the pain that weighed her down. I remember the way she used to smile with that look of wonder in her eyes while she told me her dreams. I think everyone has dreams, I know I used to.
A small tear welled up in my eye and rolled down my cheek and I squeezed her tightly in my arms, she squeezed back and I smiled through my tears. She was all I had left in the world.
It was at that moment I realized how wonderful and precious life was and that It is a damn shame to think that we lose sight of that sometimes. We should take a moment to sit and think, “What is most important to me?” Assess your situation carefully, weigh the options and then just go for it because most of the time we don’t get second chances.
She is still so young and I know she has a lot of growing up to do. After this time passes she will be a stronger woman. I love her with every fiber of my being and I will never stop supporting her no matter what happens. I have told her many things throughout her life but I never told her I thought life was short, I mean how could I know? As far as I know it’s the longest thing we will be doing.
All I want from life now is to see her happy again, to see her smile, god only knows she deserves it. So I will stay here with her as long as she’ll have me. She will be my priority and my reason for living. And as long as she is breathing the breath of life I will be by her side.
I noticed her sobbing had ceased as she was starting to fall asleep. I laid her on her side and covered her with the blanket. Her breathing became steadier and I could hear the sound of the wind whipping through the trees outside. I took off my coat and jeans and put on my sweats and laid down beside her.
“I am here if you need anything.” I whispered in her ear. I could see a hint of a smile on her lips and that warmed my heart. I kissed her soft cheek and smiled taking a long look at her. She looked like an angel come to earth and I was grateful for every moment I got to share with her. Like I said before, I love this woman. I am her father and she is my only daughter.