"It's a beautiful healthy baby girl!" says one of the nurses. I wipe a bead of sweat off my forehead and turn back to jack. My hand takes grasp of his, he kisses my forehead and smiles as wide as he can. "I love you" i tell him.
"What are we naming her, my angel?" Jack asks. "Maylee." I state. Perfect.
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We sit in bed one night, the wind is blowing against the windows so cold and rainy. Maylee is sleeping fast asleep. Johnson barely ever talks about the past. Since we got married he hasen't said one word about, hallucinations, abduction, abuse, high school, ect. Jack kisses me goodnight, rolls over and closes his gentle eyes. I continue to read my book, until i faintly hear knocks at the door. I turned over to Jack to see if he was awake, nope. Maybe i was hearing things because Maylee usually would wake up.. Weird. I kept reading and ignored my thoughts. Not long though, i heard it again, but louder. I shook in fear, i got up out of bed and walked down the apartment stairs. I turned on lights to the front area. I read the time off of my phone to be 1:29am. I gently opened the door to the front porch to see a woman, an aged woman."Darling". She was very familiar, odd. "Um who are you?" I ask gently. "Laura.. Anyways hun, I was woken by a loud loud sound, like a bang" she continues telling me, and i quite frankly do not know why.. "It was this..." Out behind this old lady, she pulls a hooded sweater, a picture frame, and a camera with tapes on a usb all in a cardboard box. "W-who are you"i stutter. "Mrs. Espinosa darlin'" she hold my arm. "I remember being talked to about you so many times. Why is she giving me this.. Ihave visited Matt's grave and I have attended every single one of his monthly masses and ive never seen her before, is this guilt her giving me these things? "I was woken by a crash, it came from Matthews room, the ceiling, it seemed to cave in. This fell, onto the floor. The usb has a video and note." Her very frail voice stutters a few times. "Oh my" is all i can say. "Would you like to come in?!" i turn back to look if johnson is awake. He wasn't. I turn back to air, thin, thin air. "Hello?!" I call out to the hallway. Nothing, but down at my feet layed the three things in the box. Maybe she ran off, God who knows. I grab the things and bring them up, the picture was a picture of Matt and i. I wipe the tear that gently rolled down my cheek after thinking of the day that we took this picture, at the beach. "You okay babe?" jack calls as i walk into the room and shut the door behind me. "Who were you talking to?" He asks sitting up. "You would never guess, Matts mom" i tell him. "mads" he says. "No wait, it gets weirder, she handed me this," i give him the picture, the hoodie, and plug the usb in to my computer. Matt shows up on my screen. Still around aged 18-19. I haven't seen him since i was rescued, and i was around 20 then. Im 32 now.. Matt starts talking. "Hey Madeline, i just want you to know i will be okay, or if by the time youre watching this, i am okay. I hope jack treats you right bud, and i hope you treat your kids amazingly. I really hope my mom gave you the stuff i left for her to give you, i love you forever and always." he shuts the computer and i read a teary note off the screen. I turn to jack to see him wiping many tears, i giggle at the veiw, why are YOU crying?! i say happily. He frows his eyebrows.. "Matts mom died a week after he did, due to a heart attack" ...
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