Bag of Bones

"Don't worry, I get some help"

"Stay here with me"

"Don't say, that I can Hel-"

"Just stay here with me"

"Oh Mike, I love you so much"

My wife was dead. She suffered an aneurysm and dies right here on this street. It caused such a scene, everyone was staring in shock. Some ran away, some tried to help but they didn't do much. I was dying, my soul was dying,  just like my poor wife is right here on the street. The Paramedics came and took her away. I got a ride to the hospital to see her, they thought she was still alive. I doubted it her skin was really pale, she was puking out blood and everything. When I arrived at the hospital a nurse  told to wait in the waiting room. After a couple minutes they called me over. After when she told me the news I wasn't surprised, but I was sad, I didn't show it on the outside but I felt it in the inside. When I went to her room she laid their so peacefully.  She was as still as sleeping beauty laying their on the hospital bed. I stood their alone for a while quietly weeping on the side of the bed wishing that she should still be alive.  Before she died she also told me that she was pregnant. When she told me this I was knocked the life out of. 

After the  funeral of my wife I barley couldn't do much work of taking photographs, but I think that I can't even take anymore photo's anymore. Every time when I take a photo of a house or a Portrait of someone I always think I see my wife standing there in the background, I must be losing my mind then. One day I had a dream of my wife and she told me to go back to where we had our first honeymoon. I couldn't tell if this was a sign or something but I was inspired to go there because she looked so real, and she might want to tell me something.I took my camera and my things and went on my way

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When I arrived there everything looked redone the road, the old cabin, everything, was all in really good shape. I wondered who own this place. I felt someone grab my shoulder and turned me around.

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed.

"Who are you" The woman asked. 

"My name is Mike Noonan." I said

"Are you a photographer?"

"How did you know that?"

"I saw that camera in your hand."

"Oh, What's you're name?"

"My name is Savanna Goodwin."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, I finally have someone else to talk with."

After that she gave me a tour of the entire place and she gave me a tour of my the old lakeside house Sara Laughs. She asked me If I wanted to buy the place, then she also asked me if I was going to take pictures but I told her I wasn't. When she was done giving the tour I was telling her why I was really here and that my wife had past away and that I think that she might want to communicate with me in some way.  She looked at me rather curious but she also thought I was a little nuts.  Then she started telling a story about his husband where he died in a very terrible car crash. Then we both herd someone walking behind us, it was a filthy rich old man who owned the place. He started to ramble on that he had seen me somewhere before and he had seen my wife yesterday night and I thought he was crazy.

"Who is that man?" I asked

"He is my father, he has mental problems."

"Really?"