I don't know who called for the ambulance because by the time I realized that he was shot and was profusely bleeding, the ambulance sirens blared in the quiet winds. I still didn't know what was happening. Weren't our boys running towards us after fighting with each other? Weren't we both just laughing about how they called each other stupid and crazy too? Wasn't I just sitting here admiring my boys when he caught me because I had told them to go the park alone because I said I had to work?
Then how was I in an ambulance with my boys next to me and my husband unconscious and so pale and my hands deeply covered in his blood? My hands trembled, the tears only kept spilling and I couldn't make any sense of anything.
Hazed.
I really don't know what is happening. They pull us over, someone tells me they are taking the boys to the day care centre in the hospital, they take him out, and people in blue uniform surround me.
Blurred.
It all starts getting blur, the only thing tight is my hold on his hand which feels cold but I have clasped it with all my strength to keep him warm, keep him with me. But they rush him inside and our hands leave each other's and a woman pulls me by the shoulder as I still look on to where they took him, "You have to stay here. You cannot go inside." She is pulling me away and as the feel of his cold hands against mine slowly fades, everything blurs and darkens and it's all quiet as I collapse into nothing.
Silence.
That is all that registers in my mind as I come back to senses. As my eyes open, realization dawns upon me that I am in a bed, hospital bed. I am here because I fainted in the kitchen or maybe I slipped the stairs, yes that has to be it. I yearn to feel the pain, but it's a numbness which resonates throughout my body. It was a nightmare, I am here because I am hurt and nothing else. I slowly rise up with whatever courage I manage to muster, I spot blood stains on my dress from the corner of my eye but do not look down, I cannot. Just one prayer, wish, hope fills my mind, this blood is mine and not his, I will open the door and be secured in his arms.
The door clicks and I see the plain white wall, I finally breathe as I slowly walk out. I spot familiar faces at once, but not the one I was looking for. My mother has her arms around my mother in law, whose stout figure is trembling as she sobs. My father is standing with a very sullen face in the corner and he is the first one who sees me and rushes to me, his arms wrap around me. "How is he?" I almost whisper my hands still hanging by my side, he holds me away and looks at me. His eyes holding fear and gloom, and his mouth shuts and open several times before he brings me close to him again. "I am so sorry, he is gone."
Gone.
Gone, but where?
What.
Why?
Gone, but why?
He would never go without telling me, never go and leave me alone.
He couldn't possibly be gone.
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The Crazy & Stupid
Fiksi Remaja"You don't know what you have, until its gone. Reality, You knew exactly what you had but you just never thought you'd lose it. " What happens when someone you thought would be an integral part of your life forever is gone? What happens when you can...
