Why?

Why her?

It's the day again, the one I dread the most. Why do I have to go through it again every year? It's been 10 years already, but why? Why cant I get over it ? out of all the people out there why did it have to be her? Why did the monster take my better half?

All these monsters of my dark have haunted me all these years giving me no time to breathe. Being separated from my own sister, my better half was never the best experience. She's been my companion from the day I could remember, the most kindest soul I every met in my life .Even when the monster took her she didn't complain. She took the blow with a smile. I saw it with my very own eyes, how it took her. Her blood flowing out in gallons until it stopped flowing just like the life in her eyes. Giving me the purest smile for the last time, she left me and the darkness of the world. But why? This question haunted me in my sleep making it my only goal in life to find out why.

It was all a dream until I finally got the chance. "A serial killer on the loose" I read the headlines and the very next moment I got the call. Without further ado I got ready and reached the crime spot. It didn't take me a lot of time to know it was him. The very person who took her. Him again, the same pattern, the same crime pattern. There lie in front of me a pregnant woman lifeless with her head smashed like clay and a perfect baby bump unharmed as if he wanted to show that he was making a re-entry to impart terror on the other happy couples waiting for the arrival of their baby. Just like my sister. How I wished I could see the tiny version of herself. We even thought of a name for our little angel, 'Rose White' . The poor soul had to leave this world without even getting a chance to see it. Guess heaven wanted them two angels for itself. So selfish isn't it?

"Its him. The lunatic who calls himself God. I can see the same pattern here, the pattern, the perfectly dressed crime scene , the dead pregnant woman with her perfect bump and no fingerprints,no other samples, no signs of rape. Just a blow to the head and the victim dead. It should be him. But why now?" I thought to myself

"I'm back" I heard him enter through the main door. The dangling of keys followed his voice. It gave me a feeling of relief. It would be weird if I said I craved his voice but I did.Guess being pregnant comes with its own pros and cons? some being this weird feeling of getting a shot of serotonin when you feel your husband's presence or maybe even not being able to stand his presence.Sometimes even wanting to puke..

"I need to tell you something"