Sudden Breeze

Chapter One

When I was little, my mom always used to tell me death was like a breeze. Sometimes you people can predict when it is going to happen and how much damage it may cause but sometimes it comes without you expecting it.

Without even a warning, or hint it's even going to happen.

The night it happened... I was in the stage production of Chicago, I had played Velma Kelly.

The whole cast bowed at the roaring crowd. Without a doubt the peformance had been a success. I could still hear the applause ringing in my ears on even after I was now back in our dressing room, packing up my makeup and then taking my costume off, changing into a grey hoodie and blue jeans.

I started to walk into the auditorium, stopping a few time to say goodbye to my fellow cast members and then briefly speaking about how great the performance was. It was only until I reached the auditorium, I saw the person whose opinion about the peformance was the only one that mattered to me.

"Casey!" He yelled excitedly, ignoring the stares of the few people left in the auditorium. He ran towards me, picking me up and spinning me around.

"Was I that great?" I laughed as he span me around.

"Great? Are you kidding me you were fantastic!"

He stopped spinning me and hugged me tightly.

"Alright, alright, the rest of us might want to tell her how good she was too you know" Said my father, standing in front of us.

Damien let go of me stepping away to let my dad hug me.

"You were great kiddo. Probably the best Velma Kelly I've ever seen" Beamed my father, letting off a proud glow.

My mom patted me on the shoulder "We're so proud of you! You were absolutely brillant"

We all began to walk out of the auditorium, staring at me with a small childish grin on his face.

"Honey," Said my mom suddenly, grabbing onto my dads shoulder, staring into a crowd of people "Is that Ms. Benidict?"

"I think so, dear" Said my Dad, looking over at the crowd.

"We should go say hello, Casey will meet you at the car"

Together they both hurried into the crowd of people, leaving me and Damien to walk out of the building and towards the car park.

"Stop staring at me" I said to Damien.

"I'm afraid I can't Ms. Andrews or wait, should I start to call you Mrs. Green now?" Smirked Damien.

"We aren't married yet. So I'd say no, It's still Ms. Andrews"

"Well In any case, I think you'll be on broadway one day Casey if you always act that good"

"I almost tripped while we were peforming the Cell Block Tango!" I protested.

"I didn't notice. I was to mezmorised"

"God. Can't believe I'm marrying someone this cheesey"

Damien let go of my hand and held my face in his warm hands, I closed my eyes. "You're going to be someone one day Casey"

I could feel his lips on mine and totally forgot we were standing in a public parking lot, In the middle of winter, our ankles in snow, small snowflakes falling onto our uncovered heads.

"Ehem"

Damien and me broke apart to see my parents standing there.

"Are we interrupting?" Asked my mom.

"Not at all" Said Damien "Well I better get going"

Damien leant in and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I mean it Casey" he whispered in my ear before turning towards my parents.

"Well I'll see you around Mr and Mrs Andrews"

That was the last thing he said to me.

We had gotten a call at 1 o'clock in the morning informing us Damien had been in a car accident, he had crashed into a tree while driving home from my performance. 

He was pronounced brain dead four hours later.

Everything else after that seemed to go fast, like everything going on in my life was put on fast forward.

His mother and father had decided a few days later to donate his organs, meaning he was going to die. He was going to be taken off life support.

I didn't care to know how exactly he had become more or less dead in the crash. What was the point? No matter the details he was dead.

For months I refused to go outside. I refused to perform in the musical or any musicals for that matter and refused to eat. I had to be spoon fed by my mother. The only time I did go out was for Damien's funeral and I have no desire what so ever to recall the events of that.

Only after four months did I finally manage to gain the strength to go out and the first place I went was to Damien's house, I was emotionally numb by that point. I felt next to nothing. 

I was half-dead.