Please Stop

part 2: are you ok

I wake up again to see Rosie taken from my bed scooped up in John's arms. Such a great father....im just dreading later on....when he finds the drink.  I rub my eyes and hop back out of bed and wrap my silky blue gown around my tall body again. I walk out of the snug room and open the door to hear the laughter of love dusting around the flat.
"John, boil the kettle?" i shout wearily down the short hall.
"Yes." a short, sighing reply elopes out of John's mouth. I can hear  Rosie and John playing with her toys and playing about with her. As i peer round the corner John spots me peering around the corner, jumps up and toddles of into the kitchen to boil the kettle, leaving me with Rosie. " hello Rosie. " i say trying to improve her intelligence . "heyo" she replies laughing not using propper english. "No Rosie you live in England, you're supposed to use propper english" i exclaim at he. I grab her book, sit her on my lap and start reading to her expresing the characters voices. She rocks back and fourth in laughter from my reading and John laughs to from the kitchen.
John gallops in carrying two cups of teas for us both. I can't help but smile at him throwing Rosie in the air and catching making her laugh surround us all. We carry her about with each other pointing and laughing, i love times like these. I know he is sad though. Later were going to see Mary's grave,i just hope it is'nt like last year.
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I walk down the stairs and John is holding on to her hand. I hurry up in front of then, open the door of flat 221B and set up my arm to call for a taxi. Soon enough straight after John and Rosie arrive outside a cab pulls up. We all climb in and buckle up,sat in our usual order- me, Rosie, John- and then the driver turns and asks us about where our destination is. "So sir, where are you of to today then?" he speeks in a jolly, loud and kind accent. " st Woolos cementry please " John replies. "Now" i say harshly as the taxi driver sits there taking a while typing in our destination.  John stares at me in anger, God i just want to get there quicker for him. "Ok sir, please dont rush me though." he replies manerly. As he says that, he pulls out and drives away.
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It's been a very long time but we will arrive in less than two minuets if there is no traffic. I look down at John and Rosie. God John is lazy when it comes to long car journeys. Asleep, both of them. The taxi driver turns round the bend and arrives at the big black gates. I wake up both Rosie and John and they both stretch,yawn and rubb their eyes. Just like each other. We all unbuckle and set out of the cab. Rosie decides to head straight for John leaving me- as usual- alone walking near them to Mary's grave. John has a large possie made up for him to lay on her grave. His hand is shaking and tears are forming in his eyes. I hear Rosie squeal as he clenches his fists hard,not meaning to hurt her.
John turns to me red eyed. I can sense it, the pain. I turn to him say " look i know this might be harsh, but death us a regular thing you need to keep strong for Rosie. " i know that was a bad decision but its the truth. His face goes red in anger and his fists are clentching harder and harder. He lays the possie down, stands and speaks up loud "you were never ment to go, you were amazing, your were my life,you were always there for me, i don't believe you're gone you're just doing a Sherlock move. Do me a favour,i need a miracle, i need you to not be...dead." his voice cracks on the word dead. Rosie is stood by him hugging his leg. Rosie is so sensiable. I walk over to him and hug him, tears flowing like a stream down his face. He looks up at me a whispears the words "this is your fault, Rosie will find out about this one day. You you go to hell,you killed her." John knows he does'nt mean that. im sure he does'nt, before i came back from the dead.
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I walked down the street to find the nearest phone box to phone a taxi. If i know correctly there is one just down burnfort road. After about 5 minuets a bright red phone box appeared and i knew i was correct. i called over John and Rosie,who was stood by him shaking in the cold,to get a cab. John pulled his change out of his pockets and handed it to me. I dialled out London's best taxi service and asked them to meet us outside the local fish'n'chips shop. I know they'll be about 2 and a half hours, so we head of to the chip ahop to grab some dinner.