Fool's Paradise

Chapter 1

(*The picture above ^^That's the husband!)

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I wake to the sound of sirens and blood dripping from the side of my head. The ambulance isn't here yet, but I know they're coming.

The crowds of people overwhelmed me and I haven't the slightest idea to what I'm feeling, but I know what happened. I remember it perfectly..

Everything aches, but I force the first ever push-up since high school and there he was. Limp. Lifeless. He was obviously dead. I know that, but I call out his name anyways.

"Mar-..." I coughed out. "Martin!" I called out more clearly this time after clearing my throat. "Where's Theo?"

I try to heave myself up despite the excruciating pain in my legs. They're probably broken. Just peachy. I don't pay much mind to it though, as I go back into army crawl position. I crawl and haul myself towards my dead husband.

"Wake up dumbass, where's Theo?" I never actually mean it when I call him rude names, and he never takes it personally because he knows it's my retarded way of showing affection. That's what I love about him.

Crawling closer I could see his almost disembodied arm held together by only a few thin strands of flesh and skin. He looks terrible. Blood and grinded up meat is everywhere. They really got him good. By now, the ambulance had already arrived and before they could exit the vehicle, I continue to army crawl to Martin as fast as I can to get to him.

"Martin you idiot! Stop embarrassing me! Please just get up and help me find Theo. We have to straighten everything out and tell the police what happened." I grab his blood soaked shirt and pull myself to him, resting my face on his chest. I could feel a hole. He felt hollow... I lift my head once again to find a fist-sized opening on the flat part of his chest. Wow. They didn't just stab him. They fucking cookie cuttered him, if that made any sense. At this point, I don't care, I lay my head back down on whatever was left of his upper torso and gazed at his face. At least they didn't do anything to his face...

I'm burning the image of his face into my memory when I hear the voices and screams of bystanders when they finally discover the situation. I suddenly feel the paramedics attempting to forcefully but cautiously pry me away from Martin. They succeed in peeling away my grip and immediately after, the doctors surround Martin. Kind of dumb considering he's dead. How the fuck am I so calm about this? Am I high? Two paramedics proceed to gently get me to my feet trying to support and guide me; well actually, I couldn't walk, so you could say that they practically carried me to their ambulance van. But for the first time now, I could see everything in full view.

The perpetrators were nowhere to be found. I don't know if I'm happy about that... I think...I'm glad that they're gone... Probably...

They seat me down on the ledge of the back opening of the van and I see not too far off that a couple of paramedics are also tending to someone else. It's a child, and one of the paramedics is preforming chest compression's on his small, delicate body. It's probably Theo. At least he listened to me and ran instead of sitting there like some idiots do in the movies. He ran pretty far for an eight year old. I'm surprised he even made it that far at all.

I'm suddenly washed over with a wave of worry and I stand abruptly only to fall over like an idiot. That hurt. I stand up straight again and attempt to walk towards my son, however I fail instantly collapsing to my knees. Still fucking hurts. I get back up, ignoring the frantic nurse carefully trying to tug my arm to sit down and trudge over to my baby.

I probably look like newborn Bambi trying to walk with the nurse following me like a worried mother. She's probably a new trainee who doesn't know what to do. It's actually kind of funny. I'll probably laugh about it later. Not likely but maybe.

Is this a dream? Why the hell am I even thinking about jokes at a time like this? What is wrong with me? Fuck it. I'm close to Theo now and I need to make sure he's okay. Fuck this leg is such a hindrance, why didn't they just break my arm instead?

Before I could get to Theo, someone hits my arm with a needle. This fucktard..  I throw myself in an attempt to get within arms reach of my son. It probably looked so stupid because I was a full 5 meters away from him. Everything hurts like hell and I don't know if Theo is all right. This sucks. My sight is blurred; my head is getting fuzzy... The injection is taking effect. I hate this...