Children of a Murderer

𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓔𝓣𝓔𝓔𝓝 - 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜

She didn't look like Clara.

My once beautiful Clara now looked ruined. She had a long cut over her forehead, being the cause of her bleeding out to death. They covered her lower half, starting from her shoulders, with a white cloth. I was no longer looking at Clara but a distant memory I continued to bring back.

Micheal, Elizabeth, and Evan were sitting out in the hall. I had wanted to see her first, to ensure it was her. I was on the phone with her when it happened. They had found her phone next to her, snapped in half. Impossible to gain anything that used to be on that phone. 

She had done it on purpose. The entire thing. From the snapping of her phone to her death, she had planned it. My Clara made it look as if the entire thing was a tragic accident. I was the only person alive who knew it wasn't. Not even Henry could be suspicious. 

It was raining hard, there had been loads of car wreaks. All it took was one big puddle and she could've gone flying.

She did go flying, I kept telling myself it was an accident. I have learned that if you tell yourself the same lie, you begin to believe it.

Henry was on his way with Emilie. And their son, Samuel. They brought him for our kids to have a distraction. I didn't know how to deal with this. It was sudden. I should have been more careful, maybe I could've listened to her. But I didn't. This was what my actions did. They killed the only person in the world I care about.

But in a way, I still had her. Through Elizabeth. The two of them spent so much time together, Elizabeth had started to take after her mother even more with her actions. They both rolled their eyes the same, they both shared a laugh, they both looked alike. Elizabeth was a gift of grace from her mother.

Which only means Clara has been planning this for longer than I thought. Since the murders of the five children. The same children I had tried so hard to keep covered up, to drift the attention away from me.

So here I was, staring at Clara. She was no longer mine. She was now Death's. And he would keep her safe until I was there. But I knew I would never be "there" with My Clara. She would be somewhere peaceful, whether that was Heaven or not. I would be in whatever Hell they could put me in. All I had to do was keep screwing up and I'd be able to protect her from me. I never went back on that promise.

"I meant it when I said I loved you," I said to her dead body. "And now, I hate you more than anything. You left me, alone. With kids. Aren't you afraid I'm going to murder all three of them?" She didn't respond, obviously. I was furious. But I was also confused. "I've wanted you more than anything, I always have. Why is this different now?"

Once again, she was still. Not even the twitch of her finger or her chest rising and falling. She was still as a rock. Her lips slightly blue, her pale skin tinted. They didn't try covering up her state, the only grace I got. What can I say, I enjoy pain.

I decided it was time for the kids to say goodbye. Though their goodbyes won't be actual goodbyes like my goodbye. They would see her again, be with her forever until eternity ends. Which will never end. 

"What's wrong with Mommy?" Elizabeth asked, bringing me back to life. 

"Mommy's gone," I answered, my voice empty. I had nothing to mourn over any more. 

I sat down in the only chair and watched the kids crowd around her body.

"I'm sorry," Micheal whispered. I knew he was crying by the shakes of his shoulders. Elizabeth and Evan were confused, they didn't understand the thought of death. "Mom, could you please come back?" he asked, reaching his hand out to brush her hair out of her face. Something I couldn't bring myself to do.

"Mikey, what's going on?" Elizabeth asked. "Why is Mommy not moving?"

Micheal sniffed. "Mommy is dead," he croaked, breaking out into a sob. "She's gone, Lizzy. She's never coming back."

He turned around and looked at me, as if I was supposed to do something. Say something to him. But there was nothing to say. My Clara was dead. She was gone. And I was too. "Clara's dead," I said. "Your mother is never coming home, she's never coming back."

"But I have to have my dress up partner," Elizabeth said, her voice wavering. She looked at me, her green eyes glossing over. "Mommy can't be gone. I won't allow it! You hear me, Mommy? You have to come back right now!"

Clara didn't. She still looked the same as she did a moment ago. Asleep. Elizabeth bolted over to me and hugged me close. My Clara may be gone, but Elizabeth wasn't. Elizabeth was my last hope. 

I pulled her into my lap, hugging her back. She sobbed, screamed, and cried. She shook in my arms, yelling things that I wanted to yell.

Evan seemed numb. "Can I spend the night here?" he asked. 

"We all are," I answered. "There's a couch, they want us to sleep there and only one person sleep in here."

"I want to sleep in here," he answered.

"Come on, let's let Evan have some time."

I picked Elizabeth up and grabbed Micheal's hand. He followed me out, crying. Weak. But I understood and let him.

I was the cause of her suicide. Or what everyone thought was her suicide.

I killed my wife in cold blood. Made it seem like she wanted to die. 

I rigged the car to make that sharp right turn, making her think she was in control. 

I made the car pick up the speed so nobody had a chance of living.

I silenced her.

I was the cause of her murder.

And I would be many other people's murderers. Including my own daughter.

ahhaha sooo

william is having his little main character moment which is sooo cute

-bee :0