Shattered Love

Makayla's P.O.V part 2

      His voice was deep yet soft as if he really meant what he was saying, who knows maybe he did at this point I wasn't sure of what to believe anymore. I mean I believed Harmony and I were both happy and yet here I at the police station giving a statement about my dead wife. The world works in mysterious ways. "Mrs. Thomas, are you okay?" He asked me to snap me out of my train of thought. "Oh yes sorry I ... I just have a lot on my mind" I stuttered. "Who do I give my statement to?" I questioned him while raising one eyebrow. Something about him was off, he didn't know Harmony and yet he seemed so depressed when talking to me, it was as if he wanted to tell me something but couldn't. He wouldn't look me in my eyes while speaking to me and he didn't even shake my hand when introducing himself.

      "Why is he acting so weird?" I wondered. He seemed to have been lost in thought while I tried to search his face for answers, but I stopped. I just wanted to get today over with. "Officer Brooks? Do I give you my statement or another officer here?" I said irritably. "My apologies I was lost in thought you can give your statement to me. If you'll just follow me to the back room, we can get started." He said still not looking me in the eye but instead looking at some sort of report paper in a beige folder that he was flipping through. I followed him to the back trying to convince myself I was just over thinking, and officer Brooks was just having an off day. He led me into some sort of interrogation room where he pulled out my chair motioning for me to sit there. I walked towards the chair and he walked towards the chair across from me. The chair was cold and hard, it was highly uncomfortable to sit in, but I slide into the chair anyways. "Now Mrs. Thomas your wife's full name was Harmony Ashanti Thomas correct?" He said flipping through the file on Harmony. "Yes, that is correct" I said with a shortness of breath. Hearing her name sent a flying pain to my chest. "The report here says that your wife took her own life and just for precaution can you tell me what you saw when you walked into the house?" He said coldly as if it was hurting him to have this conversation, as if he was the one who had just lost his wife. I stared at him for about 5 seconds before I began to tell him what happened "I walked in the house after work and kicked off my shoes by the door like I usually do. Harmony always gets home before me but that day she took the day off because she said she had something special planned for our anniversary. I called her name out as I made my way upstairs, but she didn't answer me, so I began to search for her. She wasn't in our bedroom, living room, dining room or kitchen. The only place left to check was the bathroom. I put my ear to the door to see if I could hear her, but I couldn't, so I knocked on the door and called her name out again. She didn't answer but I heard water. I decided to check to see if she was okay because she was being weird, she usually answers me around the second time I call her name because she's kind of deaf. I turned the doorknob, but it was locked so I kept jiggling the knob calling her name. I kept asking if she was okay because she wasn't answering me, she was scaring me, so I used the spare key that was located on ledge above the door to unlock the bathroom. I opened the door and there she was. Laying there in a tub full of water and her own blood. I dropped to my knees and tears filled my eyes. I crawled to her as fast as I could screaming her name hoping she'd hear me and wake up. "No No No No No" I cried as I struggled to pull her out of the tub. I held her cold lifeless body in my arms and cried. I took my phone out to call the police. I placed it on the floor and put my phone on speaker as I moved her hair from her face. The police stayed on the line when I noticed Harmony's note. I screamed and cried begging her to come back to me until the police showed up and pulled me off of her. I had water and blood all over my clothes, but it didn't even matter to me because everything seemed surreal, like a bad dream." I stopped talking reaching in my purse for a tissue to wipe the tears from my face. "Is there anything that would have suggested that Harmony was going to take her life? Any signs you can think of?" I wiped my tears and scrunched my face up at him. "What?! No Harmony was always happy. She was the best part of me. She could never stay mad at me. Like this one time she got so mad at me for messing up her silky that we got into this huge argument and she forgave me but I never even apologized for messing it up because I was so mad." I started to cry and this time I couldn't stop it. "I should've apologized. I'm so sorry I didn't apologize to you; this is all my fault." I cried as if I was talking to her. "Why didn't I just apologize to her?" Officer Brooks handed me multiple tissues and looked at me with such guilt in his eyes. I ignored it thinking I was overreacting. "Thank you for your time, and I'm truly sorry for your loss" he said finally looking me in my eye. I know this was an open and shut case, so I nodded and walked out of the station not saying a word. I drove home in complete silence and when I got there my home looked different. I use to be so happy to come home I always wanted a home not a house; a house is just somewhere I go to eat sleep and take showers but be dying to escape, a home is somewhere I'd be happy to go because I'd feel the love, happiness and comfort where I stayed. I'd eat, sleep, and take showers but I'd be happy to do so, a place where I could be myself and nobody would judge me for it because I'm in my home. Someone one once told me "a home is not a place it's a person" and I never believed them till I was standing here at my car just staring at the place I once called home. It wasn't a home anymore; it was just a house now. Harmony was my home; my home is gone now. I walked into my house and just plopped on the couch and staring at the shattered glass and broken picture frames. I decided to clean up hoping maybe a clean house would ease my mind. I turned on some Mario and began to clean, for a while the world faded as if nothing happened. I danced and swept the shattered glass off the floor and into the dustpan to dump it in the trash.