Call Me Dianna

MISSING WILLIAM

       Today It has been fifteen years since William passed,and I can still remember the softness in his tone,and the slight huskiness in his voice. He was the light to my darkness and the sun that caused me to shine. I will never forgive myself for leaving him that night, but lucky me I have this lovely bottle of Whisky to drown my sorrows in.

        I sat in my bed as I cryed and drank myself to sleep. I would do this every year to ease my pain and take William off my mind. As I went deeper into my sleep the memories of that night became even more clearer instead of being faded by my tire. I can still hear our voice in argument as the tyre spreeched on the road and i can still remember after waking up from my unconsciousness the blood plastered on the windscreen. I never knew that my stupid arguments would be of such danger. I can still hear his call " Dianna! Dianna!" He called as he gasp for air.

        " Oh William!" I cried as I tried to escape from the seat belt that held me back. 

        " I'm sorry Dian------." He forced to say with his last breath.

        " William! William! William! Say my name, say myyyyyyy name." Call me Dianna William.Call me Dianna!" I cried as I held his wound right his eyebrow.

         I tried to come out of the car, but i then realized that my left leg was broken. The pain I felt of losing Willaim numbed every other pain I felt that night. I hopped on my right leg to a little cabin long side the Highway." Help! Help!" I shouted as i draged my left leg towards the old cabin. When the cabin was finally in my view of reach. I stood out there shouting for about a minute. No one seem to have been in the cabin, so I then decided to take a look inside for myself. " Srrrrrrrrrrk!" The door screeched as I push with small force. "Hello!, Hello!" I said as I snorted up my tears. " Is anyone home." I managed to say before bursting into shattering tears. The house had old pictures all over it, the walls were well painted and inside was a beauty to admire unlike the outside of the cabin. It seemed odd, but I never really payed it much attention. My phone,my handbag, my heels, my keys, my husband and my life was left in that car, but I was way too tired to turn back. That bed that I saw looked so warm, as I came closer to the bed the memories of that night became farther away. Then as I layed down; the walls called " Dianna!Dianna!Dianna!"  

        "What ! What ! What ! " I replied out of fear as I woke up. I was out of breath; unable to breathe I walked to the kitchen as the hangover from last night became even more effective; my head pounded like there was a heart in it, but that didn't stop me from taking a few early morning shots. As I took up the bottle of whisky I remembered the night when William brought me to a little beach right in the front of our favorite mall. We sat there as he handed me a little box wrapped in my favorie colour. He always said that yellow complemented my skin tone. I opened the box just to see Panama Jack T-shirt with a Body Glove swim suit. I remembered the big smile on my face I was so happy that day, but all that changed when I cought him with my collage room mate Isabelle in his dorm room .

        After that day I regretted ever marrying William so young.At this point you must be wondering why I didn't leave him, but I did. It was just that William was a keeper; he never lets go until he's had enough.That was one of the qualities I loved about Willaim. His controlling behaviour was always attractive to be. He always showed such great power and masculinity.