The Life of the Wife

Chapter thirty five - epilogue

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE - epilogue

DET MORRIS

'Garnet? I don't understand?' I pleaded to the young woman, confused and scared.
'Of course you don't, you outsiders know nothing, you are all so close minded it physically hurts to see how you live.' Garnet spat and shook the small pistol around, but still making sure it faced Sasha and I.
'How about we all sit down and talk this through?' Sasha butted in, and pointed toward the lounge area. Garnet wasn't sure at first, but after some quick surveying she nodded in agreement and gestured for us to go in first. My steps were small and heavy, my legs wobbling with every movement as I tried to piece everything together. I sat down on to the soft cotton couch and squeezed Sasha's hand as she sat stiff next to me.
'Tell me why you're here, Garnet? Is that your name?' Sasha kept calm and collected, trying to keep things at an average pace, but still keeping a close eye on the gun.
'Yes. Garnet.' Her response sounding as sarcastic as her face expression as she sat on the arm chair opposite us.
Sasha gave a consolidating smile and nodded for her to continue.
'I'm here to kill you both.' Garnet continued, saying it so calmly I felt like I was in the chamber again. I must have not taken her remark too casually because Sasha started to rub my back to calm me.
'Why? You barely know me? And you don't know Sasha?' I cried, my throat gagging at every spoken word.
Garnet burst out with laughter revealing her lower stomach with a horizontal scar looking worse for wear.
'You ruined everything for me and my family! You caused so many to die too early, all because you couldn't just die like the useless, filthy thing you are!' She spat, her face growing red.
'You were a member of Holy Corrections?' I cried.
'I AM a member, and not only that, I am now a Correctioner! My life long dream has come true, and you are my first souls to send to purgatory. Kind of funny actually, when I would pick you up in town, I didn't know you were the filth trying to ruin us, and you didn't know I was an August!' Garnet boasted with an ear ringing cackle that could only be explained as insane.
My entire body ached with terror and angst. How could I have been so stupid to think that this was all over? The August's had ruined my past, and now my future.
For a moment, everything was silent and only the ticking of Sasha's grandfather clock in the corner of the room made a noise.
A phone in Garnets pocket started to ring, like an old black and white phones tune with high pitched bells.
'What do you want?' She hissed through the phone, still keeping a close eye on Sasha and I.
'No I'm not done yet, give me some more time. No, I'm fine. Just give Gabe his bottle and he will stop crying. No, seriously I can handle this! Goodbye!' She snarled and then threw the phone to the ground.
That's when she's drew back the pin on the gun, pointing it to Sasha, and grasping the trigger with her fore finger.
'Wait-' Sasha tried to keep the situation calm but it was too late. Before she could say anything more the trigger was pulled. The bullet perfectly shot straight through Sasha's forehead and she fell limp, dark red drips of blood falling from the smoking wound.

My cries meant nothing to Garnet. She just seemed fixated on the bullet hole, smiling. I had to think fast before she would turn the gun on me, and try to get away but was so hazed by everything no thoughts could burst through my sad cries.
'You need to tell me where George is.' Garnet hushed, standing up from the arm chair.
'N-no, I'm not going to let you near George!' I screamed, hoping someone from outside could hear everything. Garnet just smirked tenaciously.
'You will tell me or I will go and find, Marian? Was it? And let you watch my second bullet fall between her eyes too!'
'No!' I screamed, leaping towards Garnet and knocking her down.
I quickly held down her arm holding the pistol and we struggled as I held my bodyweight down on her and she tried to wriggle out and point the gun to me. She finally got her arm free and tried to take the shot as I tried to reach for the gun again, the sound of the gun firing making my heart pump harder than ever. The bullet pierced my knee and blood splattered the both of us. I screamed in pain but kept trying to grab the gun. She fired again, this time it scraped past my shoulder, leaving only a scratch.
'Die!' Garnet screamed, her voice hoarse and she fired the gun once again.
The bullet shooting straight through my cheek and an intolerable pain took over. I dropped to the ground and tried to cry out or move but nothing happened. I watched as Garnet stood up and smiled, proud she had won. She then proceeded to knock things over and break anything close to her.

The door swung open and by now everything had gone so blurry it hurt to keep my eyes open.
'You did it! Well done, grandad would be proud.' A male voice laughed.
'I told you I didn't need your help, how's Gabe?'
'Drinking away at his bottle, like you said he would.'
They both laughed and I heard footsteps creak before the door slamming shut behind them. Everything went dark and I fell into a long and peaceful sleep.

I woke up to whiteness and thought I was in heaven until a nurse came into view. She was short and wore a blue collar top that read "registered nurse" on the breast pocket.
'Hello there, can you tell me who you are?' She said with a smile, her voice high pitched and condescending like I was a child.
'Frieda Morris.' I gargled, my throat hurting and dry.
'Very good! And what year is it sweetie?' She squealed.
I tried to remember but failed to find the information hidden in my racing thoughts. That's when I realised I couldn't remember a lot of things, like why I was here, where I lived or anyone's names, but I knew I had friends and family, didn't I?

The End.