This is my Time {Complete}

Part 2: Chapter 8

Maryse's POV (Allison's mom)

Memories.

So many memories.

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"Mrs. Blur, I'm sorry to report, that after all of the tests and scans, you have been found with..." the man in the white coat pauses, as if choosing his words carefully.

"Just spit it out already!" I see a dull, expired version of myself yell.

"You have been diagnosed with a terminal, stage four lung cancer," he continues, but gets cut off immediately by me.

"How long?," I say.

"But, Mrs. Blur..." he continues.

"I said, how long!?" I yell yet again.

He sighs, defeated, and almost inaudibly says," two, three weeks at the most, I'm so sorry..." he says.

"Don't give me your pity," I say getting up.

I scoff and stop at the door, ," Oh, and it's Ms. Blur, you idiot," I finish, leaving a dumbfounded, grandpa looking doctor staring after me with worried lines creasing his asian, middle aged face.

...

I groan, feeling the cold tile under my cheek.

Then suddenly......

...

"Mar, honey, wake up," I hear it, my late husband's voice.

But no.... just another memory, the one that hurts the most.

I awake, inside my room. The walls are the same as they were almost fifteen years ago, before the sorrow, and the loss.

The bright yellow walls, intensifying the morning glow coming through the white silk curtains are currently draped open.

" Baby, you know it's to early, i'm tired," I see a younger, woman laying comfortably, in a king sized bed say.

I immediately recognize myself on the ceiling mirror, no longer are there any bags under my eyes, my skin, a deep silky chocolate, coating a once, vivacious and bubbly version of myself, is glistening under the morning sunshine currently cocooning the room in a bright yellow.

Then....

I see him, and my heart skips a beat, maybe a couple of beats. My breath catches in my throat as I recognize the big, broad form of a man. Not just any man... my husband, Ted.

His beautiful dark, and lustrous skin, emphasized by his big, round dark eyes makes me smile.My heart, it longs to be near him.

But no..... how can this be?

He's DEAD.

As soon as I think those words, his handsome, high cheek -boned face transforms, into that of a skeleton whose skin, it's grey skin draped limply on it's face.

The sickening sight fades, as the memory scatters into various thoughts being mushed together in a whirlwind of pictures.

...

"Noooo!"

"Nooo!"

"Where's my baby!?!" I hear myself yell, as I lay on the hospital stretcher currently covered in blood.

It's my blood all over the bed, encasing my legs and blankets in it's sickly, metallic smelling, sticky red mess.

"I remember this day," I think in between shrieks.

There are nurses in white uniforms pinning me down now. i struggle to get free, looking for any signs of my baby. A baby I know is dead..... all because I remember this is the day I lost my first child during it's birth.

...

This memory, it's new.

But I remember it, as if it was yesterday......

"Honey! Maryse!" I hear my husband yell urgently from the other side of the front door.

He never calls me Maryse, unless it's an emergency, so I rush to the door and open it quickly.

There he is again, my beautiful warrior prince.... but wait... he's not alone.

There's something huddled next to him, clutching his hand tightly.

A girl.

A little girl about two years of age with bright, orange blossom hair, her eyes are her best feature, they're like deep pools of aquamarine enhanced with different shades of blues and greens.

"Ted, what's going on?" I say, my eyes flickering from Ted to the girl, then back to Ted.

"Sweetheart.... it's the little girl we lost, I...I got her back." he sais happily.

"Ted... wha..at? This little girl...she's somebody's baby, their daughter, how...how could you?" I say, disbilief coloring my voice.

" No sweetheart, you don't understand... she was at the park, staring around hopelessly looking around, I knew, I just knew she was supposed to be ours." he says, a wild glint in his eye.

"N..no, Ted, this isn't right. let's get her to a police station." I say a little harshly.

His eyes widen as we hear a siren of in the distance.

"Baby, go inside!" he yells while pushing both me and the girl inside and slamming the door shut.

I know better than to refuse his requests, so I stay inside and rush over to the window.

As I push the curtain aside I know I made a mistake in looking. I see him, Ted, running, but he's too late, the police men take out their guns and just like that, they shoot.

Ted, he's lying there, sprawled on the street, blood oozing from his many gunshot wounds.

A sob escapes my throat as I limp over to the door.

I begin to open it, but decide against it, making my last act be, to follow his last command.

I stay inside.