" Mrs. Smith. I would like to talk to you. If you don't mind stepping out for a few minutes." The doctor asked and stepped out of the room with Brenda.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Your husband Dylan... I'm afraid he has died." The doctor replied grimly.
Everything started to got blurry. The room started spinning. I woke up in a chair with nurses surrounded me. Apparently I blacked out.
I couldn't believe it. My husband, who I had been married to for a whole 18 hours, was dead. For the first time in years I truly felt alone.
That night I didn't sleep much. All I could think about was the fact that Dylan was dead. It was all so surreal. One minute he was alive and happy, and the next he was in the hospital dead. All of this was too much to take. I started with the denial. All of the grief and the sadness, and anger, and depression. All of that I felt.
I spent my days in my house with all of the lights off, blinds closed, doors locked, sitting in my closet with the light off, looking at pictures of me and him together. I hadn't left my house for months. I was living in filth, the epitome of depression and sorrow. I hadn't bathed in months and my house was a mess. I didn't have the courage to leave the House. Everything I did made me think of him. Then I had my daily routine. Get out of my messy, dirty bed, go to my closet, sit on the floor in the dirty laundry, look at pictures of em and him together, and cry for hours. That was how I was living my life. In sorrow and misery. Until one day.
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I'll Be Here
RomanceBrenda's life had just been thrown for a loop when her newly married husband is attacked by the creature that she discovers is her long lost father. With Dylan in the hospital and her father still on the prowl Brenda will have to figure out what to...
