Chapter One: The world of Grey
Those beautiful blue oceans.
The smile that always lights up my world.
The name of a pure goddess.
My Anastasia.
Why did it have to be her?
Ever since her death I grew pail, life-less and dull each day that passes by like time has just stop. My hair frizzed like that of a haunted soul whom never passed on. How long can you go on living like this? How long will it be before your soul passes on? So many unanswered question that I can't begin to comprehend in this shattered mind of mine. Mother, my real fucked-up mother, told me "No one will be completely happy in this shitty world, baby boy. There's people like us that will never truely be happy in life. No one cares about people like me. And one day Christian, you'll die alone just like mommy will someday. And I bet nobody will be there to say goodbye to poor ol' mommy. Not even you, baby boy," It was true. I never came to her grave, I never payed my respects. I'll die alone, just like her.
Thinking back at all the times Ana and I've been together, I'd never regret our times we shared. I was completely dumb-founded at our wedding. I thought to myself that a monster like me actually found his opposite; Pure, innocent, kind-hearted Anastasia.
I guess opposites do attract..
Chapter One: Grey [Part Two]
Fatal December
Ana was six and a half months pregnate with our first child and it's funny; we couldn't come up with a name. Ana was suggesting it be my name but my name was the name my mother gave me and it's nothing but a curse to me now. We'd sit at home, searching for unique names to bless our child with. Later that day we found out we're having a baby boy and as soon as we heard the news I began to tear up; funny, huh? To know me and Ana were going to have a baby boy, it meant so much to me because I get to treat my own son much better than the way I've been treated since I was born. I get the chance to have a happy life.
But that's when things changed...
During one of my late night shifts I was hit with a shocking pain my neck so unexpectedly that all time began to stop. I thought to myself that something must've happened just from that feeling deep in the core of my soul. My phone suddenly ranged in an urgent manner and without me even noticing my hand reached the phone. It's Grace.
"Christian..Christian oh god it's Ana! She..She..."
I couldn't comprehend the adrenilen that's rushing through my throbbing viens as I'm already bolting to my car and friskly starting the engine. Passing through red lights and taking sharp turns I began to remember the last words Grace said to me on Ana's condition..
"She..She...Fell down..down the stairs! From the looks of her fall when I came in she was laying on her back, passed out from the impact inflicted on her skull and spine. She's in treatment..and she went into labor...Hurry son, please hurry..."
Ana..Oh god, please..please don't take her away from me..
At the Hospital
No, no, no!
Please tell me this isn't happening.
I see Ana's beautiful baby blues darken with each push as she giving birth to our son. In her condition she couldn't stay awake as much. She'd passed out, wakened, and pushed with all her might only to repeat the unbarable process again. The doctors and nurses helped her as much as they can and all I can do is hold onto her hand, hold it close to my heart. I felt so useless...
The incoherent sould of the heart monitor sudden went into a thin light. "Ana! Ana, please, no!" I was then lead out the door, only with the glance of Ana's blue eyes and a weak smile on her face.
Oh Ana...