Short stories

Dead Love

(I've been writing this for months but stopped because I felt it wasn't good enough. I'll publish this chapter and you guys tell me if I should continue it. I want to continue, but I'm not sure so here's what I have so far.)

6 months. 6 months since I've slept. Gotten out of the house. Talked to anyone. 6 months, 4 weeks, 2 days, 5 hours, 45 minutes, and 46 seconds since I've moved other than to eat and shower. I've missed over 604 phone calls from friends, family, even the garbage guys knock on my door to make sure I'm still alive.

     This all probably sounds ridiculous, but it's true. Ever since...Evan...died. I haven't been the same. Evan was the only guy I've had serious feelings for. The only man I've ever loved more than food. He helped me when I thought there was nothing left for me. We were to get married next week on the beach we meet on.

     It hurts so much having the only thing that you depend on to stay alive ripped away from you.

     Since he had been taken away from me I've just had repeated nightmares of how he is gone. I just can't help but think that it's my fault. He died for me. He died because of me. If I had just listened to him...None of this would've happened and I'd be getting married in a weeks time.

     My best friends come every now and then to check on me and convince me to go out. To sleep. I can't sleep. They don't understand. I can't just let go. I...I just can't.

    There is a knock on my door. I just stay put on my couch. Silence. Another knock. "Hello?? Is anyone in there! Aurora, are you in there?" I sit up a little hearing the stranger speak. ' How come this stranger knew my name? Why do they sound so much like Evan...Could it be? No...Aurora come to the facts. Evan is gone. He isn't coming back and its your fault...' I go to lay back down but then I hear the knock again and the same voice I've desperately wanted to hear all of these months.

     There he was. After all this time. My love. The one I thought I got killed. He was standing right there. In front of my own two eyes.

     I reach out and touch him to make sure my eyes aren't playing tricks on me again. He grabbed my hand before I could touch him and gave me a small smile. "Yes, It's really me...You aren't seeing things."

     I broke down right then and there. I hugged him as tight as I could to him. Crying my eyes out. "I've missed you so much! I am so so so so so so sorry. I should've listened to you! I shouldn't have been so stubborn...I thought I lost you..." He hugged me back trying to calm me down. "Shhh...Aurora. It's okay. I'm here now. Don't cry Sleeping Beauty." I smiled and laid my head closer to his chest.

    My smile dropped. There wasn't one.

    I backed away from the hug and took a good look at Evan. I gasped at what I saw. His skin had turned ashy gray. Hair complete blackened. Eyes as black as a dark empty room. "E-Evan? What happened? Why are you here? Why aren't you dead? I watched you die right in front of me!"
    He sighs and leads me back into the house sitting me down on the couch. "Okay so long story short. A couple of hours after the doctor announced that I was 'dead'. I was actually dragged into a hidden room and experimented on. Somewhat like Iron man except I don't get a heart and I wind up looking like a Zombie. It has been a brutal 6 months."

     The guilt I've been feeling since Ethan died has now expanded from my mind to my heart and my entire body. Not only did I get him killed, but he was tortured for 6 whole months. I wasn't there for him. I did nothing.

     Ethan hugged me once again. Trying to comfort me as best as he can. I smiled remembering all the times I would break down crying after a long day. How he would hold me until I felt better. I remember the nights where we would sit outside and watch the stars. The days where we would clean the house together and have our own concert. It was just the two of us. Forever and always.

     Thinking of all these wonderful memories we had together the guilt sunk in again. I pulled away from him, head hung low with shame. He placed his hand on either side of my face looking into my eyes. "Please don't feel upset. What happened isn't your fault. It never was."

To be continued...