Left for Dead

Chapter 13

Left for Dead Chapter 13

WANDA’S POV

“I killed your husband, your love of your life, your best friend. I killed Gabe.”

Oh my God. She was insane.

I threw the letter on the ground and stomped on it until it was torn beyond repair. Then it hit me. I hadn’t finished reading it all.

I picked up the pieces, and pieced them together like a small puzzle that would give me the answers to the rest of my life.

“You didn’t let me explain everything. I was about to be killed, along with everyone else that was at work that day of the fire at the factory. He was ready to kill, and that he did. My brother was a schizophrenic, so I could tell the signs early on from when I first met him. He also looked like the inmate who escaped Smith’s Grove a few miles down the road, so I was wary.” She explained.

Something dawned on me.

That’s why Gabe was always twitching, or pretending he was someone else around me, just to get laughs. It wasn’t just for show, it was all a real problem he was suffering through, and we all laughed about it like it was some sort of joke.

“If you are reading this, you by now know I am already dead. I was having terrible hallucinations of his dead body, and many other horrifying things that shouldn’t have to describe over my last document.”

I didn’t know this would be hurting her so bad.

“So I bid you farewell, and to a good life for you, and your family that is so well loved. I hope the demons of your past won’t come back and drag you down.” She ended her letter.

Demons… what did she mean by that?

I taped the pieces of the letter together, and hit it in a drawer of mine, across from my bed, where it would stay until I died, which wasn’t going to happen.

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17 YEARS LATER

It was Gallagher’s eighteenth birthday today, and I was going to throw a small celebration, just give him a nice breakfast.

I heard the stomping of feet coming down the stairs.

“Well good morning, honey. Happy birthday.” I walked over to him, and gave him a tight hug.

His hair was sticking up in every which way, and it had been coated in grease overnight.

“Hey mom. And thanks for setting all this up. I’ve been waiting on this for a while, and I’m ready to get out of high school and into the real world.” He said into my shoulder.

“My boy is growing up.” A sob racked my body.

“Mom, its fine. These kinds of things happen all the time. You aren’t the only one to go through this kind of pain.” He comforted me.

“Well I’m just so excited my baby boy is growing up.” I sniffled.

“I have to go, Ma, class starts in fifteen minutes.” He pulled away from me gently, and went out the garage door.

He was on his way to becoming a man.

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GALLAGHER’S POV

I twisted the keys in my Camaro. The engine purred to life, and I pulled out of the driveway carefully.