Slipping of the heart

Our story.

   For my love, one day shall we meet.

   "It's funny how we spend our whole lives searching for that something that we will be remembered for when we pass, but when it's all said and done. We are truly nothing."
   I used to think that, used to think that we are born for nothing but to die. I thought that life is a meaningless labyrinth that we are all cursed to live out until we return to dust beneath the ground. I never realized how important and precious life is, until I died. That's the ironic part. I had to die to live. I wanted so much to come back. Back to living. Back to lying underneath the twilight Sun with Rosemary.

Wakeing up

      "Hurry up! Give him CPR! DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO SAVE MY SON!!!"
      -beep beep beep beep-
      "We are trying every thing we can, can you u please tell us how your son started bleeding?"
       -BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-
         (Crying) "Why in Hell dose that matter?! SAVE HIM SAVE HIM PLEASE! MY SON MY SON!!"
"Mam please, we are trying."
        "Taylor, is he ok? Can I see him?"        
"I AM HIS MOTHER! HE ONLY NEEDS ME! NOT HIS SILLY GIRLFRIEND!! GET OUT OF HERE ROSEMARY!"
      -BEEP BEEP BE- - - - - - - - - - - - -EP

     -Mam, we have done everything we could of done to save your son. His heat rate was just to weak. If u could of told us what happend....
     -I will tell u what happend....SHE HAPPEND ITS ROSEMARYS FALT THAT MY SON DIED!!!"
  That's when I saw Rosemary run out the door.

     "Wait!" I tried calling out to her, but no one heard me.

     
      I saw my mom crying, I had no idea why, but then I saw my cold, still, lifeless body.

      "What the Hell....."

      The doctor was attempting to comfort my mom. But my mom looked like she was ready for murder. She had a sense of burning in her eyes, like her greatest treasure was stolen from her. She never showed that kind of love and concern for me before.... But back to me freaking out because I just realized that I am dead.

        I ran out of the hospital room trying to catch up to Rosemary.  I hoped that this was just some sick joke and I would be back home listening to punk rock and debating if I should do my laundry or just turn my underware inside out for the day.

        I tried talking to other people to see if I actually was... well dead.  But no one could hear or see me. I then tried to make contact with a passing doctor, I was going to smack him in the face. But my hand passed through. I realized then that this was no joke, I would never have my pitiful life back. This is it, it's over, I'm really dead. But my only question was, why havnt I passed?

     I still was trying to catch up to Rosemary when I realized, she can't see me. My love for Rosemary couldn't comfort her right now. It would only haunt her. I noticed when she ran out of my hospital room, she didn't cry. Rosemary solemnly ever cried.

       I pictured my death many times, Rosemary, in my fantasys, was always bawling her hazel eyes out with rushing tears over me. But she just had a look on her perfectly shaped face, the look a child has when they realize that Santa clause is not real. That look on her face broke me. I had to let her know that I am somehow still here. But how?

   

   Realization

    "Mam, please, we have to write your son a death certificate, and the only way to write it is to know the cause of death."
     "My son, he was found in the street in a pool of blood that is all I know."