Being Married to Sal

A Funeral

(In the messages above or on the side it says Issa...read it as Sal.)

4 months later

You could definitely tell I was pregnant. It was the end of January and I've been more depressed than ever. I wouldn't eat at all unless Sal had to force me too. I never slept and I stared at nothing every day. I was getting closer to making this decision. I know I would hurt Sal, but it's my only escape. I made sure Sal was downstairs with Emily and then walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked through the closet and found Advil. This would work if I take all of them. I quickly empty the bottle and shoved the pills down my throat and everything became dizzy. Then I hit the floor.

Sal's POV

Haley was scaring the shit out of me. She would never eat unless I forced her, which I hated doing, but she needs to eat. She never slept and stared at a wall most of the time. I tried taking her out a few times, but she wouldn't budge. I sighed and looked at Emily in her crib. I then heard a thud upstairs. I quickly ran up and looked in our bedroom. Haley wasn't there. I then looked and saw that our bathroom door was closed.

No. I ran to the door and tried pulling on it. "Haley, open the door!" Nothing. I didn't even hear her breathing. I quickly found something to pick the lock and opened the door to find her on the floor. "Haley!" I checked her pulse and it wasn't there. I took her into my arms and cried. I lost my wife. My other half. The one who meant everything to me. I rubbed my eyes and carefully got up with her in my arms. I walked over to our bed and laid her down gently.

"I'll see you someday, baby. You will always be my best friend and my beautiful wife of our daughter. I love you so much," I cried. (I literally just started crying writing that sentence.) I walked out of our room and picked Emily up. I had to plan this funeral fast. I really didn't want to look at coffins for my dead 20-year-old wife. It's not every day you see a 21-year-old walk into a store to find a coffin. I sighed and banged my head against my steering wheel. If I had just listened to her and got an abortion for that child, she'd be alive. This is my fault.

2 days later

I didn't want to do this. We were at the church where Haley and I were married. The coffin was open and I still hadn't gone up to see her. I didn't want to look at her pale body. I saw my mom walking over to me and she sat next to me, "Sal, you need to see her before they close the casket." "I can't. It hurts too much." "Sweetie trust me I know, but just think she's in a better place." "Without me," I flatly said. "You'll see her eventually. Now go before I drag you up there. You're the only one who didn't go up."

I frowned even more if that was possible and slowly stood up. I walked down the isle, with my head down and when I reached the coffin I wanted to cry. She wasn't pale like I thought she would be. I took her left hand in mine and slid her wedding ring off. I put mine in place of hers. I wanted part of me buried with her. When I touched her hand, it was still warm, which had me confused, but I shook it off and closed the top of the coffin. This was the last time I would see her. I walked back to my seat and finally started crying. Mom hugged me tightly and I cried into her shoulder. It was just me and Emily now.

My POV
(WHAT?)

I felt Sal's hand touch mine and I wanted to move, but couldn't. My brain didn't want to function and I was being buried alive. At least I still had my phone next to me. I just hoped it was charged. The next thing I knew, the coffin lid shut. I could hear Sal crying and I wanted to cry myself. I then felt the coffin being picked up. No. I can't leave Sal or Emily. I made the worse decision in my life. I forced my brain to function and grabbed my phone. I couldn't text Sal. I didn't want him to freak out. I thought of one person that I knew who would believe me and was here. I quickly texted this person and she answered, thank god. That person was Lindsay.