They Found Me (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 21 A crying leap

Chapter 21 A crying leap

Explosions. That’s all I saw, and for once in my life, when I felt my body be let loose, I had almost every memory flash through my mind. If that knife tore me I knew I wouldn’t survive. I knew the babies wouldn’t survive. The men began to dive, and my body, began to drop.

When your in the middle of a war so to speak, and you are undoubtedly gonna die or be severely injured, you remember good things, you remember safe things.

I remembered the song Daddy would sing to me before bed, both Cay and Ash wrestling over the last pop tart, Gar singing loudly making me laugh.

I remembered every time I laughed. I remembered every time I cried. In the span of seconds I remembered everyone who meant something to me, as I felt my body moving, I felt the knife moving. I tried to keep straight, I knew if I could land and hold rock still we could make it, or I hoped we could. When they say that your life flashes before your eyes, in some ways it's true, I saw my family.

I had blocked out the screams as men lost limbs in the explosion, as men got shot not two feet from me, as men were taken down in the blink of an eye, but what I really saw was Miguel, standing by the helicopter, staring at me as I fell.

He didn’t look sad, or mad, or anything, he just looked. I guess he was waiting for the knife to do its job, tearing me from the inside out, killing me no doubt.

He moved faster then I fell for some reason, I watched as his face contorted, I figured it would be a scowl that was to appear, but no, it was a sick, twisted smile.

He smiled at me as they lifted off the ground. He smiled at me as my body fell closer to the ground, awaiting my fate.

In the back of my mind I could hear my name and in the distance, I could hear my name. In my heart where my wolf was shouting, I could hear my name.

But I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t nothing, as my body fell the last few inches.

As my body hit the ground waiting me.

I tried, god damn it I tried, I held my body rigid, frozen as the ground came up to meet me and I cried out with the strength I put into it, to save my babies. But my body still slammed into that ground. My body still bounced off of it. My body....

My body screamed at me when the knife broke through. My body cried when the knife imbedded in me, shelling my blood in rapid flow.

But my body just laid there, blood pooling out from the inside, but I didn’t move. I didn’t breath. I tried. I tried so hard not to let the knife win, not to let Miguel win.

So I prayed, laying on the ground bleeding, I prayed.

I wasn’t very lucid as I felt something touching me, I just stared up at the lighting sky. How long had I been here? Only hours ago I was eating pickles and chatting with my boys.

Only hours ago I was happy.

Now, I'm broken and my babies are probably dying inside me, he had won.

I didn’t feel it when the knife was removed, or when I was lifted. I didn’t feel anything, I didn’t cry. If the best way to explain it would be like an out of body experience, that would be what I would suggest, an out of body experience.

I didn’t really see much though, just the sky. Just one star it shone so brightly, like it was smiling at me. Daddy told me a poem once, one that I though of now as I gazed at the looming light of breaking dawn.