John F. Kennedy: An Unfinished Life

John F. Kennedy: An Unfinshed Life: Ch.2

Chapter 3

Location: Parkland Hospital

Day: November 19, 2013

Time: 4:12 pm

Character: Unknown

It was pitch black.

John F. Kennedy, 35th president of the United States, tried to open his eyes to see where he was. His whole body felt numb. His lips were quivering and his legs were sore.

His mouth was dry. The only thing that came out was a rasping sound.

A cool palm laid on his chest and a voice said, "Calm, Mr. President. You're safe now."

He tried to ask where he was but he stopped as the mysterious person held a drink to his lips. His lips were dry and scorched. He drank deep.

"There," the voice chuckled. "Keep drinking. I can hold up as long as you want."

John Kennedy swallowed the water in large, greedy gulps as if he'd never had water before. His dry mouth replaced now by a wet mouth.

His vision was no longer blurry and he saw where he was. He was lying on a hospital bed. But...what had happened?

The memories came rushing back at him like an unexpected, violent attack.

He remembered the pain, the agony that had gone through his body as the bullet singed into his flesh. As he was dying, he had heard Jackie's screams and the doctors trying to save him.

Jackie...

He jerked up in his seat, banging his head agaisnt the desk. The woman who was a redhead steadied him. Her eyes narrowed as his breathing increased raplidy. He pulled away from her touch, flinching at the pain in his neck.

"Where's my wife?" He tried to sound cold and calculating, but his voice was weak and raspy.

Green eyes darkened and John wondered what was wrong. The woman moved in front of him, her eyes bitter and sad.

She sat down, her breath shaking and she spoke in a quiet voice.

"Listen to what I am about to say, Mr. Kennedy," she began. "The world is very different now, unlike the start of the 1960's."

John's blood ran cold. Where was she getting out?

"People think you are dead. You were killed in Dallas when shots were fired at your limo. They were wrong." She paused, letting it sink in, gauging his reaction.

President Kenendy's head was alert now. The people of the United States thought he was dead?

She saw the look on his face. "People hated you back then," she explained. "They wanted to see you suffer. But now you are a respected president, in first or second place."

He looked at her, unable to hide his shock and some anger seething in his soul. "You're not getting the point. Where is Jackie? Where are my children?"

He was yelling now. She stood up and locked the door quietly and turned to face him. Her face was blank. She didn't flinch at his outburst. But the happiness faded from her face.

"Your wife is dead," she said, her voice quiet. When he stared with shock in his eyes, she continued, "She died after having lung cancer. As for your children, one was killed off..."

John's head banged against the wall again and she rushed over to settle him back down.

"Who...?" He started to ask her but she finished his question.

"John F. Kennedy Jr was in his late thirties when he was killed in a plane crash. People suspected he was the victim of another assassination of attempt or he was drunk. He died in 1999."

The pain was real now, John thought. He felt his eyes stinging but he stopped himself. He could not cry! It was a sign of weakness.

"My daughter," he rasped, the tears clearly coming up.

The nurse grabbed a tissue from his desk and he wiped his eyes cleanly. She sighed and started rubbing her palms on her thighs.

"Caroline is fine. She's married. She is the ambassdor to Japan. She has children. She's been though a lot in her years."

"Like what?" The sadness was gone from the former president's eyes. He was happy for now.

"She witnessed your assassination, Mr. Kennedy. She grew up without a father. She watched as her uncle was slain before her eyes-"

"Ted or Bobby?" He was alert again, his eyes stinging.

"Think, Jack," she said, calling him by his short name. "What happens after one Kenendy boy is killed off? Who is next in line for the politic path?"

The answer sunk his heart. Bobby's face filled his eyes. In this memory, his younger brother was holding a football. He was smiling, happy, giddy, and full of light.

"No," he denied. "That's not possible. They couldn't have killed off my brother! What did he ever do to them?"

President Kennedy felt like he was going to cry now. He bowed his head, trying to stop the tears from leaking out. He looked up and saw her cold eyes glittering with... some satisfaction?

"I don't know. He wanted to preserve the peace. But as for Ted, you'll be glad to know that he died of brain cancer in 2009."

She stood up, shaking her thighs. John watched her leave. She opened the door and turned to look back at him.

"You'll be able to get out," she said. "Once you do, the people will realize they have another chance. Caroline will be bitter with you though because you left her. She will get over it but dislike you at first."

She walked out the door, leaving President Kenendy to wonder what had just happened.

Short chapter! 😬 Sorry 'bout that guys!

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But I made a promise about making it Jack's Pov 😏

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Jack is going go thrown a lot of emotional pain in this story that include memories of his presidency especially when he meets Caroline 😞

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I'm going to throw in a couple of twists when you least expect it 😉 if you want to make a guess on what the twist it comment, review, and like please 😜 leave your guess in the comment section 😚