Mending a Broken Heart

Chapter 18

Save Me

Melody's POV

"Where is my baby? Bring him to me please." I said weakly to Chris. I need him. He's my life line... my world. Chris looked at me with sorrow, his eyes gleaming with tears. He shook his head, caressing my cheek.

"We... we lost him Melody... I'm... I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." He repeated kissing my forehead. I shook my head. No!

"No, stop saying that. That's not true!" I exclaimed letting out a sob. Everyone needs to stop saying that. "He's alive! I just need to go look for him." I said wanting to stand up, but I couldn't move. I was too weak. Why?! I let out a sob getting frustrated. Chris shook his head.

"I'm so sorry..." He said.

"No." I said as new tears came. "That's not true." I hiccuped. "I'm having a nightmare, I need to wake up." I said shaking my head, wanting to pull my hair out. This can't be true. Chris let out a breath, tears falling down.  My chest felt like it was tightening.

"You're not asleep Mels." He said softly. I sobbed. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you two." His voice cracked. No... But... No!

"Stop it. This isn't funny, this is serious." I said wanting Micah here with me. I started hyperventilating. Micah!

"I wouldn't joke about this Mels... Breathe, please." He said trying to calm me down. I shook my head. It can't be true. My baby... I had him! I just saw him...

"He's not dead." I said weakly. Chris continued to caress me and kiss my forehead. "Chris..." I mumbled. He looked at me. "Where is he?" I asked. He sighed sadly. I shook my head again. "What's going on?" I asked confused. Why is this happening? I sobbed. "Please bring Micah." I sobbed. Chris stilled.

"Micah?" He asked in a soft whisper as if registering something. I looked up at him with hope. He knows Micah.

"Yes Micah. Where is he!?" I asked desperately. I just saw him! "Micah-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I thought back to the last time I spoke to Micah... I shook my head. No no no no no no!! He... he said... I felt like my breath was knocked out of me. It can't be... I quieted. Everything felt like it shut down - my heart included.

"Melody?" Chris called for my attention. I stayed mute looking into space. Chris stroked my cheek, wiping at my tears before turning my head to look at him. "Mels." He said more sternly.

"I lost Micah in the accident?" I asked numbly needing to know the answer. He looked pained at my question.

"Micah... our son...?" He asked for clarification, I nodded. "Yes... we lost him in the accident." He answered.

"I went into a coma after the accident?" I asked.

"Yes." He said starting to look wary and confused of my questions. But I was just now getting it... I gasped. I was getting everything. And it's starting to hurt... so much.

Micah said goodbye to me...

"I just woke up from my coma?" I asked him, tears starting to form. At this question, a glint of happiness appeared in his eyes.

"Yes... you finally woke up." He said. In a coma... was Micah an illusion I made up? No... it can't be... he can't be an illusion. Something so perfect... so precious. My piece.

"For how long?" I asked, not remembering how long my dad had told me. Chris shut his eyes regretfully.

"A year and a half." He said lowly. I hiccuped.

"It was all a dream..." I mumbled, more tears forming in my eyes. My heart started pounding rapidly and my chest started constricting.

"What was a dream?" He asked.

"Micah." I whispered in reply before I let out a strangled sob. "Micah." I said again, but this time I was calling out for him. I didn't get a reply.

"Melody." He said, kissing my forehead. I shook my head and continued to sob.

"He's gone..." I gasped. "Oh my god, he's gone." I said finally realizing it. My chest continued to constrict. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I lost my baby... my baby! My Micah!

"Melody." Chris said alarmed. "Stay with me." He said, both hands on my face. I sobbed. No.

"Oh my god, he's gone!" I repeated. "I... I... I can't..." I said. I can't bare this pain. I can't. It hurts so much. My heart... I sobbed. Micah! Micah! Micah! I can't, I can't. I can't handle this pain. I shook my head. My heart felt detached. Micah. Micah I need you.

"Shh. Breathe, love. I'm right here. I'm so sorry." Chris said. Although he brought some comfort, it wasn't enough for this pain. It was too much. I needed Micah to save me from this pain. I felt like I was losing control of my body; and soon, everything went black.