August's Tears

11/25/15

Good morning, I've recently woke up from a horrible nightmare.
It started off with me laying in my bed; my red silky covers wrapped around my body like a mothers embrace. I was sleeping peacefully until the covers were yanked off of my body, and when I shot up to look around there was no one. I got up to look for my covers, so I went to go check into the dining room. I saw Mrs. Harvey sitting at my dinning table sipping a cup of coffee. She had my blankets wrapped around her frail body, and she was happily looking through the window. Her green eyes narrowed at the orange and blue mixed sky, but suddenly Mrs. Harvey's eyes began to roll into the back of her head and she fell faced first on the table. Foam was coming out her mouth, and her body was seizing until it went limp.
I stood there watching, shocked and terrified for my life. It wasn't long until tears streamed down my face like a never ending river, but then I woke up in a cold sweat and with tears down my face. The nurse in the room asked me what was wrong, and I told her about what happened. She dismissed it as it just being a silly dream, and that it will never happen.
I always have my doubt, but somehow that nurse took the doubt out of my system temporarily. I hope that won't happen to Mrs. Harvey. She's far too sweet to die, and honesty I don't even know what I would do if she died.
I ran out of things to say, so I suppose I can tell the first and last relationship I've had.
I'll keep it short.
He was basically my shining armor in college; he fought those who bullied me, and help me with my studies. We soon fell in love, we graduated together, and then we both got jobs. He worked as a part time constructor, and I worked as a part time nurse until I became pregnant. When he heard I was pregnant he was gone. Disappeared from thin air to never be seen again. I gave birth to my baby boy to only give him up into adoption. After that I continue my life into nursing until my depression got in the way that had me fired from my job. I locked myself in my apartment with Mr. Harvey knocking on the door insisting I came out, but I refused. I lived that way until he died and Mrs. Harvey took over being the landlord.
There. That's my past.
My family hated me, my friends abandoned me, my lover left, and I gave up my son.
I'm alone now.
No one will ever stay with me long enough to help me through my depression. No one but Mrs. Harvey.
It's time for therapy, so I will end it here,
I wonder who will read this?

Signing off,
Bonnie Gray