First Post

Here I am again

I start this blog with a little story. Enjoy. More to come later.

Can I Ever Live?

Glass shatters, screams fade into shallow gasps of breaths. A laugh, vicious and sharp stands out as the gasps turn to silence. He stands alone, cracking his knuckles, watching her crumble in a heap on the rug he always hated.

Relief and shame rush over him, guilt eats away at his soul, crumbling his smile into a frown. He falls to his knees beside her and reaches out to touch her arm, her heat cooling quickly. Her open mouth releasing no puffs of air. He pokes at her, looking for a sign of life but finding none. He collapses on his ass and turns away from her, a tear forming, surprising him.

He smiles and stands up, feeling a wave of excitement. He did it. He finally did it. The knife lays on the floor, covered in rich blood, while broken pieces of glass scatter the floor and over her lifeless body. He stretches and stands up, walking into the garage to find his saw, hoping it’ll work to cut through her flesh.

He finds it quickly and makes his way back to the bedroom only to freeze at the scene of the crime. She’s missing. He stares at her blood still soaking against the rug.

He tenses when he hears a door slamming coming somewhere within the house. She can’t be alive right? Hearing the sounds of shuffling, he grips his saw and starts shuffling toward the noise, calling out her name slowly and menacingly.

Halfway down the hallway, he hears the sound of scratching and suddenly the lights turn off, leaving him in darkness. He moves slower now, searching for the light switch. He stops calling her name.

Deep wheezing alerts his senses and he turns to an empty doorway leading to the second bedroom. Exercise equipment stands out as a darker shade of black against the twilight, His wife isn’t in there.

Something rubs against his ankle, gripping it, but as he brings the saw down, it hit against the floor with a cling. Tensing with fear and confusion, he moves faster, his hand frantically searches against the wall for the switch but alas he meets with smoothness.

Deep wheezes now behind him, following him, too close, way too close, and he could feel hot liquid drip down the back of his neck, damping his shirt. His hand finds the switch and he flicks the lights on, breathing heavily as the hallway lit up, giving him back his sanity with the light.

His relief soon evaporates as he hears the wheezing right next to his ear. He grips his saw and turns slowly, tensing when he came face to face with his wife, staring at him with dead eyes, her mouth open in a groan, swaying from side to side. Blood drips from her chest and down her dress, her blue-tinted skin ruining his memory of her beauty two years ago.

He drops the saw and backs up, shaking as she slowly follows, dragging her left foot behind her as she once again reaches out for him. He holds back tears again as he grabs his car keys before darting for the doorway, knowing she couldn’t run after him, not after he broke her leg this time.

In his car, he cries, letting out his agony, and he starts his car as she leaves the house, stumbling on the sidewalk, still reaching out for him. He watches her fall as he backs his car out of the driveway.

He quickly drives away without knowing where to go. His wife, his beautiful wife, dead for two years from a drunk driver, haunts him whenever he goes. He keeps telling himself next time she comes for him, he’s not going to fight against her or run, he’ll let her do what she wants, just for this nightmare to finally end.

He can’t do it. Not today. He’s too afraid what’ll she does. He tried to kill her this time, it failed, he’s not sure if anything would work. Perhaps next time he’ll find a way to stop her for good and he could finally live again.