The haunting memory
Part I
I quickly turn away from him so my hair hides my face and blocks his view of the tears that are streaming from my eyes and down my hot cheeks. My hands are trembling, my knees shake and I suddenly feel light headed and dizzy. My eyes cannot make themselves look up, as I tried to make my legs work to take a step away from him I stumble and fall and I altogether gave up fighting back the pain I was holding back and lost consciousness I had let myself be consumed by the darkness. The last night he was alive he was with me; we had been walking in the moonlit park after a late night picnic under the stars. His blue grey eyes danced with laughter and made his short brown hair look amazing in the moonlight; he had just given me a charm for the charm bracelet he had bought me a few months ago. My green eyes looked him over, and I sighed he would always look like a movie star. His tall muscular but lean build and the oval shaped face, framed with cheekbones that gave him an air of confidence and always smiling eyes. Then there was me, an average girl I'll admit I am not pretty but neither ugly I am cuter than anything if I were to call it anything. My figure has always been curvy and my light brown hair never grew past my shoulders, my green eyes matched my hair perfectly but it somehow didn't look right to me. My face was too long and round for me to consider myself pretty but somehow he had chosen me and I was very happy and wasn't going to complain about it.
He stopped walking to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and put his warm confronting hand under my chin and bring it up to meet his lips. He pulled me into a warm soft kiss to be broken off when he heard a crashing noise and headlights heading directly towards us. Quickly realizing it was a drunk driver who had veered off of the road he did something that I will never forget. He pushed me away with all of his strength, it was just enough to get me a few yards away from him. Just as he had done this the truck came crashing his way and into him. The limp motionless body was thrown a hundred yards and into the trunk of a willow tree. I no longer felt as though I was inside of my own body; I heard myself screaming his name over and over but he didn't get up. With legs that felt like jelly I crawled my way towards him screaming all the way there, I cradled his head in my lap and held his hand. With his last ounce of strength his eyelids had fluttered and he squeezed my hand and then I felt it. He was dead I was sure of it, his hand was now limp and his breathing had subsided.
The police and ambulance soon found me weeping over the dead body of my boyfriend, a paramedic tried to pull me up from the ground and when he finally succeeded I saw there was a police officer handcuffing the driver who had done this. With strength I did not know that I had I shrugged out of the grip of the paramedic and ran towards the stranger who I had so much hate for, one good punch with all of my weight behind it I hit him as hard as I could in the face.
"You bastard, I hate you, how could you do this" I screamed at the man who had just murdered my boyfriend in front of my very eyes. The officer who had been handcuffing the strange man with red eyes and dark rings around his ugly wrinkled face put a hand on my shoulder and handed me over to the paramedic who gave him a questioning look.
The officer just replied with
"The girl has just seen something horrible and the drunk deserved it".
And that just settled that.
The memory taunted me by playing over and over again first slowly then speeding up faster and then stopped and went into slow motion when the body of my boyfriend was in the air, and for the first time I noticed something that I had not noticed before. His lips were moving his last dying words were "I love you". Everything went black after that and I woke up out of my nightmare and realized I was at the hospital, there were voices all around me. A doctor was talking to my mother as she was holding my hand and stroking my hair.
"poor girl just went into a coma of shock after she saw his body in the casket at the funeral she will wake up in her own time when she is ready to face her fears" he sighed with empathy. My mother noticed the flickering of my eyelashes and stopped the question she was just about to ask the doctor. Mother helped me sit up and I couldn't bring myself to look at her instead I looked at my wrist at the new charm on my bracelet, the tears I was holding back wouldn't stay hidden any longer and I let it all out. I cried and mourned for him while praying that the person responsible would pay for what he had done, all of the havoc he had wreaked.