Forever

Chapter 8

I think that I might have found out who the pregnant women is. It is Emma. After our honeymoon, we got tattoos. I got Lee's and Grace's names and the years we were married tattooed on instead of under my ribs. Emma got "Life isn't for everyone" on her shoulder blade. instead of her ribs. Emma is six and half months pregnant with my child. We haven't decided names yet. - Caspian James.

Emma is laying spread eagle on the bed. Emma whispering to her belly as she reads "The Wizard of Oz". I crawl next to her and surround her in my arms. Emma whispers in my ear. "How about the name Xander Steele-James and for a girl Ambrosia Steele-James." She whispers. I consider those names for a second. "I love them both." I whisper back planting a kiss on the top of her head. Emma sets her book down on the nightstand then rolls over where we are facing each other.

I pull Emma closer where I can feel her belly against mine and feel her heart beat in sync with mine. I doze listening to Emma hum a soft lullaby.

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The next morning I awake with a bloodcurling scream. I spring from the bed to find Emma on the floor. I sprint over to her. "Baby! Emma! What happened? Can you hear me?" She is unresponsive. I scoop her up in my arms and sprint out of the door and drive to the hospital. Emma moans softly when I lift her.

"I need help!" I scream kicking the door open. Doctors and nurse rush towards us. "Sir what happened?" A nurse asks checking her pulse. "I don't know. I woke up this morning with her on the floor. Is she breathing?" I ask with gritted teeth. "Her pulse is weak. We will do everything we can. Stay here." A nurse instructs. Before they haul Emma off, I slide her wedding rind off of her finger and put it on my necklace.

I ask the nurse at the desk to use the phone to call Emma's parents. Frank anwsers within two rings. "Hello?" Franks says. "Emma is here at the hospital. I don't know what happened. Get here quick." I infrorm him then hang up.

Within the next hour, Frank and Anne are with me at the hospital. I hug Anna and Frank. The hours drag by each moment more painful than the one before. Finally, a doctor comes out and gives the news. Good or bad, I don't know yet. " She had a stroke and couldn't breath. We did everything we could to save her. She and the child have passed on. My condlences to you." He shakes my hand then leaves. Emma's mom is a mental wreck right now. Her dad is motionless. "It was good knowing you guys. Thank you for everything. Call me when the funeral is." I hug them both and leave. Speeding home, I slam the door to the car.

When I get to the front door, I just can't handle it anymore. I slam my fist into the wall. "EMMA! WHY HER?! GODDAMN IT!" I grab my tools and start cutting down trees. I am going to build a wall around the house. It needs to here when I come back from death.

Hours bleed into days. Emma's funeral is tomorrow. I work non stop. No sleep, no breaks, nothing but endless work. I bottle my emotions into building this wall. It is 20 feet tall surronding the house 250 feet by 250 feet. I did a 30 day job in 9 days. I climb over wall and enter the house. I clean everthing up until it is spotless. I go to the store and buy a 15 foot rope.

That night I get my suit toghter for Emma's funeral. I sleep until the sunrises. The times set for the burial is set for 12 am. I arrive at the the grave yard. Anne and Frank meet me at the roofed pavolin.

The ceremony begins. One after another talk about Emma. Frank asked me to say a few words. I go infront of everybody. "I am- was- Emma's husband. None of you know that Emma was pregnant with my son or daughter. Our child died along with her." I turn towards the casket and kiss Emma's belly and her forehead. I whisper in her ear. "Every damn day has been fulfilled baby girl. Rest in peace, I will see you soon with our child." I take a look at every, whose eye fall on me with mystery. I nod at Frank and Anna who are in tears.

The drive back to my house is long and restless. I climb the wall, go inside, and grab the 15 foot rope. I find the tallest, most secluded tree. Since I am going to age back to 17 anyways, why not speed up the process. I tie the best noose that I know how.

The trees is around sixty feet tall and go the first lowest branch and tie the noose around the branch. I kiss my necklace with three rings each from a dead spouse of mine. Tightening the rope around my neck, I look towards the sky with slow tears rolling off my cheeks. I slowly hang from the branch with my arms. Then I let go. I drop about three feet. The rope constricts around my throat with such force I try to cough but it won't come out. My lungs scream with rage for air. My vision darkens slightly with black dots. I slide my hand over my tattoos and press against them with lack of strength. I slowly lose life with each given moment, more like taken moments. After 3 minutes of pure agony, I black out. Death consumes me, finally.