My name is Maria Webster, and I am about to marry the woman of my dreams. Don't then start assuming anything! I'm not transgender, I'm not a male named after a female, I'm not even male at all. I'm just a normal female, who happens to be a lesbian. I always seem to be mocked because of this, treated differently and worse... but I don't care. I don't care because I love this pure, majestic beauty and she loves me and that, that is all that matters to me.
Standing at the altar with my fiancé is nervewracking. To begin with, half of my family hasn't turned up yet, and furthermore neither has my bridesmaids. I know my family doesn't support my decisions or sexuality, but they could have at least come to my wedding to show they cared for me. I look at Jocelyn with lust-filled eyes, just as she does to me. By this time, everything around me has faded: the church, our families, our friends, even the vicar has disappeared. It's just me and her... and I love it. The vicar says his lines, to which each of us say, "I do."
Just as the ring-bearer presents the rings to us, the doors slam open,
"I object! Stop the wedding!" Everyone looks over to see three men in dark suits advancing through the previously closed doors. I recognized the first man to be her father, the second to be my father and the third to be my brother. It confused me, I thought her father was here all along, but looking over to where her mother was situated in the front row, I could now see that his designated seat was indeed empty. I saw the look of disappointment on her face, her father was always supportive of our relationship and so was her brother. It was only my family that blatantly pointed out the importance of male-female relations and anti-gay society.
After standing stunned for a couple of seconds, I snapped out of my trance. Only then did I see the members in black dress-suits soaring upwards, only to fall down into a heap on the church floor. I look to the direction the gust came from, to see Jocelyn standing with her legs shoulder-width apart, one arm by her side and the other outstretched towards the pile of dark figures. After a couple of dragged-on minutes, Jocelyn collapsed onto the floor. I crouched down and entangled very crumpled body. Her eyes were wide and glossy as if it were a shine on glass and her figure was still. She looked... dead.
I picked her up bridal style -how fitting- and carried her out the door whilst shouting,
"Someone call for help, and get those assholes off the floor and seated on benches!" After that, everything seemed to blur. All I could focus on was getting Jo some help. Her motionless body lay limp in my arms, no pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing. It was as if I was on autopilot going in the direction of the hospital. It felt as if an hour had gone before I started to run with her in my arms.
This was definitely not how I had planned for my wedding to be.
As soon as I arrived in the hospital, she was rushed into a room and placed gently on a bed. Now noticing her death-like state, the doctor turned to me,
"What happened to her?" He asked, with professional concern laced in his monotonous voice. I looked at him with exhaustion,
"wedding, family... gay... disagreement... magic... flying... death... hospital..." was all I could manage out, starting to sob uncontrollably. From the confusion written all over his face, I could tell that he couldn't make sense of what I managed to say. But he shook his head, and stated the 4 words that would haunt me for the rest of my life,
"I'm sorry, she's gone."
Although I already knew she was dead, I didn't want to hear the truth, I didn't want to go knowing that I didn't try to help her,
"She can't be dead, she just can't!" I screamed, crying helplessly in a heap on the floor by her hospital bed. He muttered a quick,
"I'll leave you to say your goodbyes," before leaving the room silently. I straightened myself slightly so that I was kneeling by her side, I grabbed her hand and stroked her palm in a comforting manner. It helped comfort me knowing the I was holding her hand, and it was as if she were just sleeping, but I knew she wasn't. Even though the doctor had closed her eyes, I could still tell from the slow rising and falling of her chest that she was dead.
Wait...
She's alive! Indeed, her chest was rising and falling with every breath she took and I could feel her fingers twitching in my hand as it usually did when I stroked her hand. I put my forefinger and middle finger on her wrist in order to feel her pulse, and to my surprise, it was there. I don't know how, and I don't know what changed, but she is alive again.
I buzzed the service button in hopes of the doctor coming back. But turned back to Jo the second I buzzed it. I was not taking my eyes off her for a second in fear she might be dead when I look back.
"Jo? Please, I know you can hear me... this isn't a joke, Jo. I'm scared!" I sob, hoping she'll wake. I mean, anything is possible at this point. The doctor bursts through with a panic-stricken face,
"What's going on? You buzzed the service button..." He rushed out as he advanced towards me.
"She's alive! She's still fucking alive!" I squeal in delight.
The doctor shoos me out of the room to give him the chance to do some tests. As soon as I come back in, I see a smiling Jo, staring at my exhausted figure. I grin from ear to ear as I run over to her, pulling her close to me and hugging her tight. If I had the choice, I'd never let go. She pulled away and left a lingering kiss on my lips, which I returned. The doctor coughed awkwardly and let us know that we could leave as soon as I signed her paperwork.
It took a good 5 minutes to sign all the papers, but it was worth it, I just wanted to go home and cuddle in bed with my living true love,
"I'm so glad you're alive, you worried me so much when I carried your dead body to the hospital," I said to Jo quietly when we were situated snuggly in our room.
"I'm sorry," She whispered inaudibly,
"I'm so so sorry!" She repeated,
"It's okay, it's alright," I replied, burying my head in her neck, sighing deeply.
"Maria..." She said,
"Yes?" I mumbled,
"I really love you, please don't ever forget that," She explained and with a happy breath of content, I answered with,
"I won't, as long as you don't forget that I love you more," To which she finished with,
"But, guess what... I love you most."
And to that, we fell asleep in peace.
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Word Count: 1225
That is the third entry for the first contest. I decided to do a lesbian one because I strongly believe that who you love doesn't matter as long as it's real.
