Gone

Chapter 1

Diana's P.O.V
I slammed the door shut and got into my car and sped off. I didn't know where I was going, but I was driving. I didn't care where I was going. As long as I was away from him I was fine. My husband was always abusive after we got married. I remember what had happen the day I almost killed him.

              ----Flashback----
I walk into Clara's bedroom and stare at my perfect angel in her crib. I have created a miracle. I feel myself being to tear up at her natural beauty. I reach into her crib and touch her cheek. I'm so proud. I turn around and walk about into my bedroom and get in bed. David wasn't home from work yet so maybe I can get a little bit of sleep without getting strangled. Why was I so foolish to marry him? I could easily divorce him, but I have no where to stay in the mean time. I was listening to the baby monitor when I hear a gurgle and a splat sound. I rush out of bed into the nursery. I saw David in the room with a knife. I jumped on him and tried strangling him when he pushed me off.

"How could you," I screamed.

"It wasn't a boy. I don't want it."

"She was my perfect angel! I've had it with you!"

I storm out of the house and grab my keys to my car. I get on my car and fly down the road. I never want to see his dumb ass face again.

----End Of Flashback----

I stopped at the police station and just sat in the waiting room. I zoned out thinking of what the hell had happened.

"Miss?"

I look up at the lady behind the window.

"Yes?"

"What did you need?"

I walk over to the window and almost break down in tears.

"My husband killed our new born baby," I struggle to say without breaking into thousands upon thousands of tears.

"Oh I see. What is your name darling?"

"Diana Fisher. My husband's name is David Fisher."

"Oh I see, he has an abusive record am I correct?"

"Yes," I say sighing.

"Well I'll go find him and he'll be charged for murder. This was a newborn?"

"Yes, Clara Marie Fisher. She was my little angel and he wanted a boy so he, so he," I didn't finish my sentence and I burst out into tears.

She gets up from her seat and walks out the door and starts rubbing my back.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay honey."

I was crying so much I could breathe at this point.

"How long has he been on the list," I ask in between sobs.

"Six years dear."

I take a deep breath in and slowly let a shaky breath out.

"Where am I going to stay? My parents are dead and I'm an only child."

"Any close friends?"

"No."

"Do you have a job?"

"I got fired after I had Clara."

"Well we can look for a place for you, but the job is on you."

"Thanks for your help."

She nods and walks back into her 'cubicle'. She picks up her phone and calls an officer and now they're going to the house. I pull out my phone and start looking for a cheap apartment when I get a notification on my phone.

"Uh, officer?"

She looks up from her desk and stares at me.

"David, he isn't home. He is coming for me."

"Give me your phone, now."

I hand her my phone and she texts him, I think.

"He thinks it's you texting him not me," she says with a sly grin.

I just stare at her. I have no words.

"We are meeting him at the park. Please stay here."

I still just stare, but I finally nod.

I feel dead, like a zombie. My precious little angel is gone. I can't have another one either, because I have no one.

I stand up and stretch. I look at all of the brochures on the wall. I take one out that has information about the activities in our small town. I reach down to my pocket and realize that the officer was gone with my phone. I sat back down reading the brochure because there was nothing better to do.

SCREEEEECH!

"Hello?"

I stood up and looked around. I opened the door and realized it was storming. I see a car had landed in the ditch. A young girl was crawling out of it soaked and doused in antifreeze.

"Ma'am are you okay," I say running to her.

"I don't know," she stuttered out.

All of a sudden she starts to fade away like a ghost.

"Ma'am?"

She reached out her hand and then she was gone.

Gone like the wind.

I hurry back inside and try and get to the phone behind the glass. I reach my hand in far enough and grab the phone and pull it closer. I dial 911.

"Dispatcher unit what is your emergency."

"Please help! Someone just crashed into the ditch and now they're gone!"

"Ma'am please calm down I'm sure they crawled out."

"No! I'm at the Police station and a woman crawled out and then disappeared into thin air like a ghost!"

"Ma'am please tell the truth."

"I am there was a passenger, but I didn't look."

"You said you were at the police station?"

"Yes."

"Name?"

"Diana Fisher."

"We're on our way."

I put the phone back and sat back into a chair. I let out a couple light sobs as I was starting to hyperventilate. I see the paramedics rush in.

"Ma'am are you okay?"

"I don't know," I say in between sobs.

They take my arm and put me into the truck.

"What about that car?"

"The younger man disappeared into thin air. I'm afraid we can't do anything."

I lay down on the stretcher and stare up and the ceiling of the ambulance.

What is happening?