Two Sided Dancer

First things First

My name is Monque Adam, it's a French name in which I live a part of the community so it would make a lot of sense. The year is 1967 and I am the world's most famous international dancer, now from all of that background information you probably think this story will be happy with an all happy ending but you thought wrong, see why Myself is a story is because I'm dead. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was 28 but we will get there eventually.

"Please Welcome, Monque Adam" Said Judge

"je ne peux pas faire ça(I can't do this)" I said

"Yes you can, you've done this everyday" my friend said which will be left unnamed

I walked on stage and started doing my lyrical solo to young and beautiful, which is the song I sang to my ex when we were together.

"I can see you" The shadows started whispering in my ear

I saw my ex standing right in front of me covered in blood with a wedding ring in his hand.

"AHHHHH" I screamed on stage

I stare at the audience realizing I had just made a fool of myself

"I told her this was a bad song choice" My friend said

-ran off stage-

"What happened?!"

"I saw him again"

"This has to stop monque, its ruining your reputation" my friend said and pleaded

I returned home and took a hot shower, I looked in the mirror as I was wiping off the steam and I saw him holding my waist.

"What do you want from me?" I said as I started to tear up

He slid his hand to my stomach as if he was trying to symbolize if I was pregnant or something.

"I'm not" I said

"You were, and you can never forget that" he said

I heard a baby crying as I fell to the floor and ran to the kitchen and my tea was screeching

"I can't do this anymore I need him back" I exhaled

So she went to his apartment he used to live in and knocked on the door to find something she was shocked to find.

"Hello?" 

"Uh, sorry for the interruption but does Carter Moore still live here?" I said looking for him in the back of her house

"Uh yes that's my husband, why?"

I paused at the word 'husband'

"Hello?"

-ears muffled-

'this is impossible how could he? I mean its only been a few years, how could he forget me so.. fast..' I thought

"Um never mind sorry for interrupting whatever was going on here."

"Hon, is there someone there?"

Carter creaked the door more open to where I could see his face

"MONQUE?!" His voice squealed as he said my name like he saw a mouse

"You know her?" Carters wife asked

"Uh Monque this is Crystal, Crystal this is scarlets mother."