How Do I Live
This is my new Songfic it starts off with a song fic but I plan on making it a full fanfic.
But I might just leave it as is.
Chapter 1
Dreams and Reality
Reba's smiled filled the entire car as she drove with her parents to the church in a few minutes she would marry the love of her life. But as she drove her parents slowly faded away and a box of papers appeared in the passenger seat. As she drove she carefully looked through them. They were letters from Brock, saying that he was alright and that he hopped to be home soon. Confused she just kept driving to the church. She got there and she knew something was off. The men in military uniforms opened the church doors and the bouquet of white and purple flowers slipped from her fingers as she saw the casket at the end of the isle. She saw the faces of people she knew all stained with tears of sorrow and faces twisted into expressions of pain and unbearable sorrow. Reba forced her legs to work and slowly made her way down the isle. Her dress went from the beautiful white to a coal black as she got closer to the casket. Tears slipped down her face as it sunk in that it was Brock lying at the end of the isle. When she got to the casket they handed her a folded flag as the pastor said some words. Then the gun shot went off.
Reba suddenly awoke with a start as the alarm clock went off, posing as the gun in her dream. Her position on the bed caused her to fall off from the bed when she jumped awake. She landed on the floor with a thud.
"Ouch" she complained as she stood back up, she shook her head trying to shake the dream. A silent tear slowly rolled over her cheeks as she prayed Brock would come home soon. He had been gone for a little over a year now and their little girl was growing up so fast. Reba hurried to get dressed, it was 6:30 and she knew that Cheyenne would be up soon. Reba smiled to herself as she thought of her little angel. The blond baby was only nine months old but she already knew how to walk, and would stumble around the house in her socks and diaper. She was saying 'mommy' and 'daddy' and would smile at any picture she saw of her father. Reba finished dressing and went to the nursery. She slowly opened the door and smiled as she saw Cheyenne still asleep, curled up under the blanket that her grandmother had made for her. Elizabeth felt bad for Brock being gone, so she stayed with Reba while Reba was pregnant and until Cheyenne was five months old. Grammy Liz had also made them both quilts, Reba a beautiful red, white, and blue one designed with stars. Cheyenne got one with Winnie the Poo and Piglet on it. The little girl loved it dearly and never slept with out it. Reba's heart felt warm with love for the child and the joy that Brock would see her soon. He was supposed to be back in two months, and Reba was counting down the days eagerly till she could hold and kiss him again. Reba closed the door and walked down stairs and to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She heard the door bell ring and she quickly turned the stove down and ran to answer the door. She slowly opened the door so she could look at who it was. An icy hand gripped her heart as she saw the military car and the man dressed in formal blues. He took off his hat as she addressed her.
"Is there a Mrs. Hart at this address?" he asked solemnly.
"I'm Reba Hart." the red head answered, forcing her voice to stay as strong as she could. The man looked to her and she knew it was not good news.
"I am sorry to inform you that your husband, Brock Hart, has been killed in action..." tears filled Reba's eyes as the words sunk in.
"What?" Reba choked out not believing him.
"His body is being flown back for the funeral and I was told to give you this." the man stood tall and held out a crisp white envelope, after she took it with trembling hands he could no longer look at the woman as the grief and pain filed all of her features and he could see the strength slip from her like water out of her hands.
"Wha... What happened?" she asked. Her voice cracking as she held to the letter waiting to open it, she leaned onto the door for support that her legs were failing to give her.
"I was told that he was trapped with five other members from his unit. He held off the enemy gunmen long enough for his team to get out but he was hit by a grenade as he tried to follow them. He passed away after a few days in the infirmary." the man said. Reba felt her strength flying away from her with the tears running down her face. Emotions filled her as everything started to sink in. Fear for what to do next, grief beyond words, sorrow over the fact that her husband and baby girl will never know each other. Brock didn't even know that Cheyenne existed. Pain gripped her heart as she knew that she would never see the love of her life again. She longed for just one more kiss, one more touch or love filled look, just one more 'I love you'. The young man said his goodbyes and left her to grieve, knowing that he could do no more. Everyone hates the messenger.
Reba slowly closed the door and mustering all her strength she managed to make it to the couch before her legs gave up on her her hands shook as she reached for the phone on the end table and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" she heard from the other end of the line after a few rings. Reba cried harder but was relieved to hear her father's voice. "Baby girl I know your number are you ok?" JV asked getting worried.
"He's gone, Daddy!" Reba cried, in a broken whisper. She heard him call her mother and then they put her on speaker phone.
"Sweetheart what's going on?" her mother's concerned voice filled Reba's ear.
"They came and told me that he's gone. He was hit by a grenade! He's not coming back, Cheyenne will never meet him!" Reba cried. Reba stayed on the phone for a few more minutes just crying as her parents spoke and let the new and painful information sink in, but Cheyenne had woken up and Reba knew her parents would call Elizabeth and that they'd all be at her house by the end of the day. Usually she would be dreading having them all together but not now, now she needed them all here. She could not say goodbye to her parents due to the pain and flashes of them also in coffins at the thought of the words, so she said see you soon and went up to get Cheyenne, the first day of many that she'll have to face alone. She had to care for her child and herself now, without the hope that Brock would be coming back soon.
A few hours later found a blond baby girl sleeping peacefully in her crib upstairs as her grieving red headed mother sat on the couch holding the white envelope in her hands. Reba sat on the couch debating what the package contained.
'He said he died in the hospital so maybe a goodbye letter' she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and opened the package and took out the contents. Another paper slipped out along with a beautiful necklace. She placed the necklace on her lap as she opened the letter.
'My Love,
I know I will not make it home, I was hit to bad to fix. I was going to give you the necklace to make up for missing so much of your life while I was here. But now I give it to you so you'll always have something to remember me by. I just want you know that I love you so much, and if I had any choice I would be home wrapped in your arms right now, but I do not regret saving my team.
I die knowing full well that you love me and I need you to know how much I love you. I pray that you'll be able to move on, and live your life to the fullest.
I love you Reba, I'll see you again someday.
Love,
Brock'
Tears slipped silently and steadily down Reba's face was she sat on the couch with her husbands last letter folded tightly to her heart.
It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen Baby why'd you leave me The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray Baby why'd you leave me Oh, Oh, this is just a dream
All dressed in white
Going to the church that night
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat
Sixpence in a shoe, something borrowed, something blue
And when the church doors opened up wide
She put her veil down
Trying to hide the tears
Oh she just couldn't believe it
She heard trumpets from the military band
And the flowers fell out of her hand
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt
Then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
Then they handed her a folded up flag
And she held on to all she had left of him
Oh, and what could have been
And then the guns rang one last shot
And it felt like a bullet in her heart
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
Oh, now I'll never know
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
Just a dream
Yeah, Yeah
So this is the first one I did without putting the lyrics through the body so I hope yall like it. R&R
Shout out to iNxC0NCERTx2010 I love your songfics and hope to see more soon.