Delirium

A smile stretched across Mary's pale lips as her husband came into the floral themed living room with a cup of tea in hand. The dim sun rays that beamed through the white curtains illuminated his face making an appearance as though he was her own personal angel.

"Good morning dear" his calm soothing voice vibrated through her ears as he lovingly bent down to give the warm cup to his innocent wife. Although this was an everyday routine for the romantic couple she cheerfully took the tea and kissed her husband on his cheeks. Mary's soft blue eyes drifted to the antique grandfather clock in the corner of the living room. 8:30 AM.

"Oh! My goodness, I've got to go sweetheart or I'll be late for work. You know how mad Patrick can get when I'm late" she spoke with cautiousness but also with a touch of gracefulness. She kissed her husband on the cheek, grabbed her handbag and rushed out the door to her car.

 Mary pressed the button in her car and soft music spilt out of the speakers. Mary sighed as she saw the line of traffic, she definitely knew she was going to be late to the library. She lifted her hand off the wheel to see the time on her old silver watch. 9:30 AM. Patrick was going to be so cross with her. Mary started to get extremely worried about what would happen.

It was a half hour later when Mary parked her at the library. She grabbed her bag and ran as fast as an old lady could into the library. The first thing she saw was Patrick pacing in front of her desk. His face was as bright as a tomato, you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. She cautiously walked over to the angry man.

"Do you know how late it is! You stupid old woman!" He yelled as his face inched closer to hers in rage.

"Patrick I can explain-" "I don't bloody care you old bat" Patrick cut Mary off from speaking. Tears started to form in the poor old lady's eyes as he kept throwing insults at her.

"It's good your husband's dead, I don't know how he ever could be married to someone as deranged as you!"

He threw a book across the room in a rage. Mary started to get very confused. Her husband wasn't dead. She had just seen him this morning, he had made her a cup of tea. Then, something clicked inside of Mary's brain...Her husband, his appearance, as though he was an angel..... Dead. He had been dead this whole time. She had made him up in her mind. He had been dead for almost a year. She had been talking to thin air, making meals for nobody. Thoughts started running through her confused mind.

Everything Patrick said was true.

She was stupid

She was an old bat

She was...Crazy...

Patrick was still yelling at her but she didn't care about that now. She didn't care about anything. There was nothing left to care about, no one left to care about. She was all alone.

Unconsciously, Mary grabbed her purse and slowly walked back to her car.

"If you walk out of this building right now you're FIRED!" He screamed.

Mary was past the point of caring, her job was always so important to her and now it meant nothing. Mary got in her car and drove home in absolute silence. She walked into her living room and collapsed, falling onto her couch. Everything had changed in one day, her life and been tipped upside down.

Mary had nothing left: no family, no job and nobody who cared about her. She had nothing, what's the point in living if there was nothing. Mary's eyes drifted over to the coffee table. The empty cup that once was full of tea sat there. She felt a single tear fall down her face. Mary's fragile bones clicked as she got up from the couch and walked to her bedroom.

Her slender fingers reached out and grabbed the picture frame that sat on her bedside table. In the frame was a picture of Mary and her husband, a smile escaped her face as she remembered how happy each day used to be when her husband was alive. She would do anything to be with him again, to be in his embrace.

Mary got up, picture frame still in her small hand and lay down on her bed. She knew there was a way to see her husband again, to be happy. Mary was just scared of doing it. Mary took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She did what she had to do to see him again; she did what she had to do to be in peace...