My Lovely Murder

14

We didn't do much that day, so I'll just skip to that night.

I was curled up next to Hazel. Hazel was curled up next to me, and she was laying facing me. I stroked her hair lovingly. Hazel put her hand on me in her sleep. Hazel was talking in her sleep. "Wait, are we having twins?" Hazel asked in her sleep. Hazel rolled over on her back and continued to muttered in her sleep. "A boy and a girl?" she said. I perked up at this. "Oh, wait what? They both died?" Hazel said, sounding a bit sad and she was rustling around. "Both the twins died? Nooooooo!" Hazel quickly shot up and was breathing deeply and quickly.

"Hazel, are you OK?" I asked, sitting up and stroking her hair. "No, I had a dream that we were having twins and they both died," Hazel told me through tears. "I know, I could hear you talking in your sleep. I promise nothing will happen. I know I can't really promise that, but trust me. I will do everything I can to help you and the child," I told her, rocking her with my arms around her. Hazel wrapped an arm around me. I kissed her on the head. Hazel buried her face in my chest. "I don't like these dreams," she told me, sobbing. "I know, but we will be fine." I told her, looking her in the eyes at arms length. Hazel nodded and wiped her tears away from her eyes.

I wiped a single tear from her face. I let my hand rest on her face. Hazel smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled and made her lay back down.

I held her close and she fell asleep. But I woke up at 4:40 and heard Hazel groaning. "Oh, I don't feel good," she told me, rolling over. "What do you mean?" I asked, rollng over to face her. "I feel like I need a doctor to check on me." she told me, putting her arm on her forehead. "Really? Should I call the doctor?" I asked, a bit worried now. "Should I ask George to call the number for the docto? I think it's 112."

"No, I think a walk would help," Hazel told me.

"A walk? It's 4:45!" I said.

"Well, just a little one?" Hazel begged. I rolled my eyes. "I guess we could walk around outside." I told her. We walked outside and it was dark outside. It was warm and I held Hazel close to me. I spun Hazel around and dipped her down. I kissed her on the lips. Hazel squeezed my hand tightly. "OWWWWW! A kick!" she said. I chuckled with Hazel. Hazel pulled me to start walking again. We walked along the sidewalk, holding hands. But just then I looked at Hazel and was about to kiss her when we heard a scream.

I looked at Hazel, who looked scared. "W-what was t-that?' she studdered. "I-I know," I told her. "Let's go see." Hazel told me. She started to run. But I pulled her back to me.

"Hazel, think of the baby. Is this a good idea?" I asked. Hazel just pulled me forward as she started to walk. We walked to the scream. We walked and saw Shiloh laying there on the ground.

Hazel bent down and put a hand on her chest. She was dead.

Hazel nearly fainted.

She did, but not from the death.