Back To The Past

Past

The low sound of muffled voices hit my ear as I open my eyes trying to gather all my senses back. A soft groan escapes my mouth.

Am in pain.

An unbearable, intense throbbing, at the right side of my head rips me apart as I scream. I flutter open my eyes to catch a glimpse of persons wearing white robes rushing to my side. I presume they are my doctors.

"Mr President? Mr President?"

"Mr President needs rest. The injury on his head due to the accident is pretty massive. Its good that his heart is still beating."

"But His wife couldn't make it. She died on the spot. "

What accident?

Dead..... Molly is dead.

No this can't happen.

My wife cannot die.

I cannot lose her.

The President of United States of America is just a powerless soul without his wife.

Molly

My head throbbed again leaving a sharp pain. The drugs pull me back to the darkness as my head gets heavier and the sight gets blurred.

I love you Molly.

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"Sir?", I feel a hand shaking my shoulders. I rub his hands off me and push him back in reflex.

I stand back and hold my head waiting for the sharp pain that I felt some hours back to return.

But nothing happens.

No pain.

I remove my hands and stare at Ben. He is watching me with a weird expression.

I look around to find that I am not in a hospital. I am in my study in the White House.

"Sir you okay?", Ben enqiures.

"Yes! Where is Molly?", I ask him as I remember about the conversations.

"She is in her room dressing up for the event, Sir.", Ben replies in a doubtful voice.

"She is safe.... She is alive. My Molly is alive", I breathe out a relief as I pass by him to check on my wife.

I open the door and there she stands wearing her earnings. The fact she may leave me kills me and I curse my self for even thinking of it.

It was a stupid dream.

I stealthily walk up to her and my eyes find a coffee mug at the table end and in that moment I knew it will spill.

"Oh my god, Mike!!", Molly squeak and her hand brush the coffee mug and it falls on the carpet just as I pictured it.

No not picture, I have seen it happen.

I stare blankly at the fallen mug.

Its happening again.

I am back to that night.

The night of the accident.

I stare at my wife. I will protect her.

I take her in a hug and I kiss her hairs...
"I will not let anything harm you, Molly."

I kiss her one last time before going out to cancel the trip.

I walk to the office and as I cross the corridor I look outside.

The Strom is blowing with full force thrashing everything that stands in it way, just like it will thrash our car, when we will be passing the hilly bridge killing my wife in the accident.

I enter into the room and immediately everyone greets me.

"Sir you are not ready yet?", Ben asks me.

"We are not leaving.", I state.

"But Sir we are ready. And this event is important to attend,Sir."

"I don't care. We are not leaving. And its my order to cancel the preparations.", I order and leave for Molly's room.

Now we will be okay.

_ ____ ____ ____

Molly and I am sitting on the couch staring at the fireplace. Its almost midnight and I still have her with me.

"Sir?", Ben appears from the other room.

"Yes.", I wait for him to continue.

"The bridge by the hills broke few minutes back due to the storm. We were to pass it. Its good that you cancelled the plans, Sir.", he speaks out the news.

Molly gasps and looks at me.

"How did you know?", she asks.

"I just know. You are safe now. We are safe.", I kiss her.

I am thankful to lord to give another chance to save her...........

Boom......

The room exploded as my ears pierced with a shrill noise.

"Molly...." I see the flames engulfing her as I try to reach her.

A boulder hit my head from the right and blood gushes out if it as I feel the same throbbing pain.

"Mike......"

Her plea reach my ears but I lie there unconscious as the world slips from me.

I open my eyes to appear back into the hospital room.

Tears trickle down my eyes.

I failed again.

I lost her again.

I close my eyes to escape both the pains. One of my heart
The other of my head.

And let the drugs pull me back into dark again.

Once again am back
To the dreadful night

To my office,

Ben in front of me

Molly in her room dressing up

You will see her die once again
A voice echoed and I knew it will be another futile attempt of mine, to save my wife.

Nobody can escape death

Noone can defeat death.

Not even the President.

I kept trying, each time I was thrown back to the night.

Every time I close my eyes and try to disconnect with this world I land up in my office and everything goes on in a different way as I try to save her but I end up losing her.

Its was my 1000 attempt in which I heard her death scream for a 1000 th time.

"Mike......"
But this time I don't wake up to the pain in my head....

Rather

This

Time

I

Don't

Wake

Up

At

All

                 The President of United States Of America died this afternoon after struggling for about 5 weeks in the Hospital.

He died exactly 1000 hours after his wife.