A drop in the ocean

Blackout

I don't know where I am. I look up at the ceiling. I was laying on the floor by the bed. I stand up looking around the room. The bed had been moved and all of the sheets where a new color. It was all different. Alex where nowhere to be seen.

The walls in the bedroom also were painted in a new color. I walk to the kitchen. The kitchen as well were renovated and new. Instead of the bright usual color of the kitchen, I was met be a dark looming color. I walk over to the counter where the picture of me and Alex stood, but to my surprise it wasn't there.

All of the new impressions confused me. This wouldn't be possible to do over night. I walk over to the living room area. All of the pictures of me and Alex were gone. There were only pictures of Alex now. I wonder around the apartment when I see Alex and Anne enter the apartment.

"I cannot believe it Alex!" Anne was dressed very formal and so was Alex.

"Yeah me neither" Alex shook his head. "I would never in a million years guess that Natalie plotted for Clair's murder" Anne walked inside the apartment with disbelief in her eyes.

"Well, she paid for someone to kill her because of me" Alex said matter of factly. He didn't seem bothered by the words leaving his mouth. I realize at this point that I must have been in a daze for a certain period of time. For how long I did not know yet.

"I knew Natalie had a thing for you Alex, but I never thought she would kill someone" Anne continues on. Alex doesn't respond. He looks in to the mirror with a blank expression. I walk over to his side. At least I finally knew somewhat what happened to me. He was still as beautiful as he always was. I could tell that it had at least gone a year or two from my death from the aging in his face.

He had also grown out a beard that made him look ten times older then he really was. I touch his arm and apparently he still could feel that. He did not seem scared. He just looked directly at me in the mirror. Apparently he was used to this so I must have been here in someway, but I just couldn't remember. It all was a black nothing.

After a while I had summarized what had happened. Natalie had a mental illness and that in the end contributed to my murder. Trough an investigation, they had found charts and shrines of Alex, and she had planned how to murder me for over a year.

During the trials a psychiatrist had concluded that Natalie had developed what they called stalker tendencies that worsened over the years. The trials also proved the fact that she hired a hit man to take me out. So when I was outside of the bar a man had knocked me out and brought me into a van. I was shot once in the heart, but stabbed and slashed to hide the professionalism of the hit man.

I'm just glad that I don't remember much from the brutality of my murder. In the end of the conversation between Anne and Alex about the trials, I found out that it took them two years before they found out who my killer was. So I guess my blackout lasted for a minimum of three years.

Several hours go by and Alex and Anne just sat in the living area talking about the case. It seemed like things were going better and especially for Alex.

He seemed as if he might almost forgotten all about me, but then every time Anne mentioned me, his eyes would change and I could see all the emotions he were going through. Sadness, anger, confusion and acceptance. The air in the living room changes and suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. It is the same girl as usual. Addie.

"Mommy, it's time" she says. She was a bit bigger now as if she was aging, but I guess she decided to look as if she were. I stand up right beside her, and I know what's going to happen next. I look at Alex. It was as if he knew I was looking at me, because he looked at me too, smiled and nodded. I take Addie's hand and I smile back at Alex.

I look down at Addie and she was smiling as well.

"Finally we can move on mom" she says, and then the light brighten around me and consumed me.