The Life of the Wife

Requiem

Requiem

AIDEN

My father had been arrested just a week ago and everyone already left me to be alone. I didn't know what to do on my own as I always had someone to tell me what to do, like my father for instance; he would tell me how I needed to be a man because I am of age of becoming a Correctioner. He would tell me to start planning on becoming a god, like him. I wasn't sure if I was to stay on the family ranch here, or to go back to the commune however and I felt lost. With the trials going on and the police keeping an eye on me like a hawk to its prey I figured just act normal. That's what city folk do, right?

Going out in public seemed harder than first anticipated. People would stare, in wonder or disgust. Funny, that. That's how I felt about them and their filthy lifestyles. They are slowly coming to terms but it's not easy to go to the hardware store anymore without some funny looks. It seems I had to try harder to look normal than I first thought.

I stayed in this town for one reason, and that was the beautiful Johanna. She was perfect for me, perfect for the Holy Corrections family. She was only young but showed so much potential for marriage and love and understanding. With my father in jail he wasn't here to keep me in check so I would derail from my plans to lay low and follow her around. The poor girl had to live a heathens lifestyle with no one to tell her any better yet. She would walk home at 3:05pm every weekday from that poor excuse of a public school and then clean up her fathers drunken mess when she got home. On weekends she wouldn't go out causing trouble like most people her age were doing, instead she happily go for a trek through the forest or watch midday movies with her father. Her smile was perfect, it was like the lights from heaven itself had beamed down on her and shown me the way to her. When she turned thirteen I couldn't wait any longer to prove myself worthy of her hand. She seemed so happy when I took her to my favourite places; places the dirty people hadn't ruined with they're demonic ways.

I married Johanna on the day of her birthday, because we couldn't wait a second longer. By now I had a steady, good paying job and a house just outside of town she was to call home soon too. Our wedding was small and simple which she didn't mind at all, so perfect that girl.
When we had finally consummated our love and she fell asleep in our first bed together as husband and wife, I snuck down to the basement where I was to start something else for the first time ever; cleansing.
This girl was nothing like my perfect Jo. She was a dirty whore with nothing better to do than to spread her legs for money and shoot filthy narcotics up her arm.
'What do you want?' She screamed, dribble falling down her chin and tears smearing her poorly put makeup across her face. I was actually nervous, I had this girl in my basement three days now and still hadn't been able to cleanse her, or anything for that matter. I had only watched my father do it, and the correctioners back home.
The girl screamed when I placed her in the bath, like it was hurting. She screamed throughout the entire procedure and it wasn't until she tried to bite me that I finally admitted she was uncleansable. The knife I always have with me came sliding out of my pocket and her eyes grew wider and she was lost for words this time. I smiled, she knew what was next and so did I. When the blade slid through her skin I felt a rush of excitement that can't be explained. I had to push the blade harder than I imagined to get past the muscle and to a major organ. The spilling blood lubricated the blade making it so much easier to slide out. Her body fell limp and she died bathing in her own blood on my basement floor. I was so happy that I was now what my family hoped I would be. I could barely contain my happiness and laughed my lungs dry.
I collected some of her blood and wrote on the wall as neatly as I could. I was so proud and couldn't wait to tell grandad and Mark my achievement.

I wasn't going to be as daft as my father with my responsibilities as a Correctioner. He boasted way to much and thought it fun to play cat and mouse with the police. I was careful, and let nothing go unplanned. I kept running into one of the detectives however, which grew to be quite annoying. If I could kill her, and send her to purgatory I would. The only good thing seeing detective Morris was how badly she was coping. The first time I seen her she was as white as a sheet and being sick after seeing my fathers work. I tried not to smile. Most recently I seen her freaking out about being alone in the street, again I had to hide the humour I found in her pain.

Eventually life had fallen into a nice pattern. Sleep, coffee, work, dinner with Jo, cleanse, repeat. I had gotten so happy with my work I even decided to tell Jo my plans on starting a family. She of course was happy to do anything for me and wanted children too. Our life is perfect, but I'm not sure if I want to tell Johanna about my second job of cleaning up the filth. She is so perfectly happy just knowing the peaceful side of Holy Corrections I'm not sure how she will take it. When I first seen her I planned on her being the first female Correctioner and bringing a new freshness to our commune, but now all I want to do is stay in our beautiful cottage and have beautiful babies with her. Hopefully it stays that way forever.
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Sorry if that was really weird and dark, but I wanted to do this as something to show Aiden some more before any of the craziness happened and how much he truly loved Johanna. He didn't exactly want to leave there home either, but kept to his original plans in the end. I doubt throwing himself of a boat was in the plans though. (Haha)
Thankyou for reading my book and I'm sorry but not sorry that I ended it the way I did. Maybe there might be a sequel???
Thanks for taking the time to read my crazy story and I hope you enjoyed the ride! That's all for THE LIFE OF THE WIFE for now! Goodnight!