Monsters

Them (His POV)

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I meet her when she was young

She was abused, broken, scarred, but she was beautiful, she always was

She stole my heart, a single flick of her hair, a small smile, I fell.

I tried not to, I tried to tell her

I was bad for her, but my girl, she never listened, she was so stubborn, always was.

My girl, I fought for her, killed for her

I'd give her my beating heart if she wanted

But she gave me the best gift of all, a son

And we were happy, but the world, the world sucks

The world stole her from me

Cancer stole her

My strong girl, my queen she was sick

She was being hurt, by the one thing I couldn't shoot

I held her when the pain got too much, I kissed her when she didn't feel beautiful

I washed the vomit away, wiped the blood up, dressed her, put her wig on

I took care of my little man too

You ever have to explain to a kid that his mom is dying, he looked up at me with those eyes, her eyes, and cried

One night she told me, told me that it was time, that she wasn't going to be waking up tomorrow

I brought the little man, so she could say goodbye, she tucked him in, kissed him, told him she loved him.

I took him home, back to our house, the house his mom made a home

When I got the hospital, my girl was crying, silent tears, she looked up at the ceiling, and she told me how scared she was

My girl didn't want to die in a hospital, so I killed her

I stole my girl from the hospital, I took her to her favorite place, the beach

The whole time she watched the sky

I watched her

How did I get her, she was perfect and I was nothing but scrum, in that moment I promised myself, I would change, for my pretty girl

I know the moment, she was dying, I could feel it,

I lowered my mouth to her ear and I would be the last voice she heard

"You were always worth it, wait for me, I'll see you soon, my beautiful girl, I love you."

I kissed her softly and with her last fight, she pressed her lips to mine

I felt her fading, and then suddenly she went cold

Her lips stoped pressing, her hand fell, she went limp, my pretty girl was gone

I pulled her to my chest and it let it take me, in the dark night.

The sobs, the pain, the hurt

Never would I see my pretty girl again, never hear her voice or hold her

I drove her to the hospital, and handed them my girl

I went home, alone

I sat in our bedroom, alone

I slept alone

That morning I woke up and found big beautiful eyes in my face

Those eyes, her eyes