I sat on the bed with my knees pulled into my chest. I rocked back and forth slowly as my head raced. I was still covered in blood and in front of me was my husband's dead body. My husband that I just killed. I felt like I was at my breaking point. In any moment I felt like I was either going to scream or burst into tears. Which one, I wasn't sure about that yet. Doctors looked back at the security tape and people gasped in horror. I put my head on my knees to avoid watching myself stab him again. The first time was enough for me, thank you very much.
I was already informed that I wasn't going to be held responsible for killing him since it was in self defense but no one was doing anything with the body. News reporters were already all over the hospital and I was told not to leave the room unless I wanted to be harassed. I knew I shouldn't leave but I didn't want to stay in here with him either.
Suddenly there was a uproar from outside and the door burst open. Five people who were covering their faces came in the room and slammed the door behind them as fast as possible. It was almost inevitable to prevent them from taking pictures but we could at least give as much privacy to the dead as possible. The people all looked at me and their faces were one of surprise and shock. Two of the people looked like an older couple. Their hair was starting to grey in places and age lines appeared on their faces. The woman looked at me and a single tear ran down her face. The man leaned down and whispered something in her ear but she pushed him away.
She took a step forward and walked around the dead body. She was right next to me when she stopped. She looked at me up and down and I could only imagine how I looked. Then a thought struck me. How did I look? I have never seen my reflection before. She grasped me into a embrace and cried on my shoulder. The blood didn't seem to bother her and I could help but feel safe in her arms. I hugged her back and she began to speak softly.
"I know you can't remember me or anyone but I had to come see you. Oh, Rosalie me and your father have been worried sick."
I sighed in relief and hugged her with more comfort. Of course, this was my mother. She let go and looked at me with joy. I smiled back and my father came next to her and looked at me with the same smile. I looked at the other three people and the woman who was my mother chuckled a bit. One walked to the corner and stood in the shadows before I could look at him but a younger girl came next to them.
She looked like she was fifteen or sixteen. She had long black hair that was silky and straight. It fell to her waist in a shining spill. She looked like a gymnast, small figure and really breakable. She had a soft, rounded face with pretty grey eyes. She was pretty and would probably grow up to be beautiful. She looked at me with sad eyes and gave me a tight hug. She might have been small but she was strong.
"I'm so sorry Rose. We had a fight and then you left and- and-"
I chuckled softly and held her back.
"I'm sure you didn't mean it. You couldn't have known what would have happened."
Mother looked at the girl and put a arm around her shoulders and brought her close. She smoothed her hair and nodded at the girl.
"Your sister is right Amber. None of us knew what would happen."
There was a sharp laugh that came from the boy left standing. He was a handsome looking boy with long lashes. He had the same black hair as the girl but his was in thick curls on his head. He wore a red football jacket and dark jeans. He had a soft but less rounded face and watery blue eyes. He was tall and very fit. His muscles were prominent under his shirt and his jaw was set hard.
"You can barely call her sister anymore. She doesn't even know who we are."
Mother gasped but I held in a hand and looked at the boy. He was older than Amber, eighteen or nineteen, and didn't look at all as happy to see me like the others were.
