Don't Forget Me In The Morning

19

-Jamie-

Weeks upon weeks went by. It had reached the four week mark since Carmin got home, three days ago. The two were laying peacefully on the couch when all I heard was Carmin's soft crys.

"Darling, what's wrong?" I asked, looking at Carmin's head, which was in my lap. He did not answer. He just kept bawling. With his breathing labored, he grabbed my hand and quickly sat up, embracing me in a hug.

"C-Carm-."

"Jamie, I am so sorry," he said, cutting me off.

"What is there to be sorry about?" I asked.

"I wont be around much longer, Jamie. When I am gone, what are you going to do? I am putting you through so much right now. "

"You are not putting me through a lot. Well, I mean, it does not feel good, no, but this is apart of life. If I could, I would do anything in the world to help you get better, but I can't. I will stay strong for you because that is all I can do in this time. I love you, and I don't want you to kick the bucket thinking this is all your fault when it is not."

"Bu-."

"No but's," I cut him off, "please, calm down, love."

"Jamie, I don't want to die," was all he said before I could no longer hold my tears back. The flooded down my face and dripped onto my pants. Carmin hugged me again.

"I kno-know that you do not want to die, l-love. I d-don't want you to e-e-either." Carmin buried his face into the nape of my neck and sobbed some more. When he calmed down, I pulled his head up and pecked his lips.

We both exchanged 'I love you's' and he then fell asleep on me.

An hour went by and I had to pee. I turned my head to see Carmin's laying on my shoulder. I smiled a bit and started to lift his head up so that I could go to the bathroom only... his face was cold. My heart dropped. My breathing became labored as I quickly felt his pulse to find none. He was gone. I clung to his lifeless body, crying.

"Carmin, you idiot. We didn't get to say goodbye," I whisper- yelled.

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Within the following week, we had a funeral held for him. Not many people showed up because of how secluded he was. There were times that I could not stand up because I was bawling so hard. 'My only true love came into my life and left in the blink of an eye,' I thought as I got into my car after the funeral. I heard a knock at my window and saw Kriss standing there. Rolling it down, I whisper-yelled, trying not to cause a scene," what the hell are you doing here? I have a restraining order against you." He smirked and said, "sorry, doll, not anymore you don't. The judge did not agree to it, seeing as you skipped the court date, which, oh my, was today."

"You bastard."

"Anyway, get your stuff from the dead guys house and come home. We have catching up to do." I felt my blood boil at his words.

"Listen here," I said, getting out of the car, still whispering, " I have had it with you. I am not going back with you. You cheat. You lie. You make me feel like shit and I do not need that in my life. I am never coming back to live with you Kriss Gates, do you hear me?"

"Wow, good show boo! Now, go get your stuff packed and get your ass back home."

"No."

"Oh no," He sarcastically questioned, "you're acting all tough, when reality, I could, and will, kick your scrawny little ass. Get your shit together. Forget about his guy and Come. Home." His words hit me like knives, but they were true. He could kick my ass and I really was all bark and no bite. I nodded, got in my car, and got my things from Carmin's house.

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-Third-

Seven years went by and Kriss became a drug user. He beat Jamie up more and more each day. He would take Jamie's spending money, house and car payment money, and food money on the stuff, mainly crystal methamphetamine (Meth). They lost their house. They lost their car. They lost everything. One night, Kriss had completely lost it and pulled a knife on Jamie. He stabbed him three times. Twice in the chest, once in the arm. The third blow instantly killed him. Kriss was never caught.

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End