When Life and Death Touch

The Book

In all my years of living on this God green Earth I've never felt so ashamed and so disgusted with myself until I came to a realization of what I have done over the years. I only hope that god have mercy on my soul.

When I was born I was just  another child to my parents ;another mouth to feed, another person to cloth ,another burden . I had five older brothers and a younger sister ,so I guess that's why  my parents felt that way .It's sad because I forgot everything about them. The only thing I can remember from my childhood and teen years is Abba Jean Robinson.

She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. she had long brown hair and crystal blue eyes. I would always leave her wild flowers on her window ,once in the morning and once at night,but I know she'll never notice me because one she was only there for the summer and two she was the big boss man daughter.

One day while I was working in the barn she came up to me and just sat there until I was done with my work. She said not a word that whole time or any other time she did it. No matter rain or shine she was always there. It was like she my shadow.

Years have passed and I have made the most important decision of life to fight for my country. Like every other boy in town ...

I stopped reading a loud to myself and read the horror what this man have been throgh . Using your best friend dead corps as camouflage , having your leg impaled by traps and worst of all his wife was labeled as a traitor to her country and executed in front of him . I kind of feel bad for him but then I thought about what he have done to Peter and I.

When I final came back I was a broken man. I had no wife, a messed up leg, nightmare about my friends that died . The only thing that could get my mind off of it was work . So I went back to the ranch and worked.

When I first came back on the ranch Abba Jean ran straight into my arms and started to cry . Later that year we gotten married after I begged her father. Life was good until I started to drink . I lost everything; my wife, my  children, my nice house , my car .

From what I could read it wasn't really telling me anything. Was this some type of memore or something because if it was it 

 A faint smell suddenly arose, unlike like normal smells that started in one place and spreads.  Oh no , not this smell, this smell was like a sudden fog that appeared out of thin air. to come up in the air, even though it was faint i knew exactly what it was. It was him,

 The smell grew more and more."You did this to me." A familiar voice hiss in my ear . When he said those to me  i felt the very eight of those words slowly pressing down on me, like a thousand pound weight slowly pressing down on my heart. His words still rung in ears long after he said them.  words everything else was silent  I couldn't hear anything not the air conditioning,not the sudden breaths of air I'll take, nor the sound of very heart.  He arms were wrapped me,but this time it wasn't  for sick kicks. This time it was for a propose .

"You're dead ... I killed you... How are you here?! " i gasped for air  word in that sentence I struggled with every word because I was so terrified. The man i just killed that is here. he started to rub his face in to mine, It felt like if sandpaper had hard brush bristles on it. Not to mention    very smell of him was a torture to the scenes  alone.

"Donna are you okay, your breath is staggered " Peter placed his hand on my shoulder I freaked and swiftly elbowed him in the jaw .

"Don't touch me" I managed to croak out . When I turned around I notice it was Peter. 

"Donna it's okay ,it's going to take a lot more to hurt me." He joked as he rubbed his jaw ,knowing that it caused pain.

 "Peter I'm so sorry I thought that  you were...him. know what I see and hear is true . And not only I see and hear ,but I also feel him . his disgusting  hands all over my body.

Peter paused as he studied my appearance and every time he would look at me he would stop let out an sigh of annoyance and looked around the room. I could tell that he was being a bit sarcastic until he looked at me again. the color soon rushed from his face and the same fear was plaster on his face.

"He wont go away!" my voice was shot and my sack was stained with my tears.

"Donna, i didn't mean to come off like that I see him " He placed his hand into and look at me with comforting eyes . "Donna get some rest,I'll make sure nothing will happen to you as you sleep."

"Can't just go to sleep if he's here."

He gave me hug and continued to at him. "I'll protect you,I'll make sure nothing happens to you. His hug soon tighten as he pulled me closer. This put me at ease a little, knowing that he'll protect me.

I went over to the bed and tried to get comfortable which was a bit of a problem . " Donna , I'm right next to you and I promise that I won't let anything happen . Now to put yourself at ease." Peter started to gather all the pillows and started to place them around me.hopped on the bed and playfully rolled over me.

"What are you doing?"I chucked.

"I'm surrounding you with martial comfort so you can go to sleep ,this always helped me when I was a kid. My mom would do this every time I was sick 

"I'll try Peter."

"I'll take it ." Peter got up from the bed and gave me another hug, but this hug was longer . I don't know why it was longer but it was nice.

After a long day of murder, emotions,and comfort it still made it difficult to sleep. Sure the bed was cloud like or whatever but that still didn't get rid of him . He just sat there in the chair and watched me . No matter how much I tossed or turned he was still there ,but eventually by some miracle I fell asleep....