Alright, here's a short but angsty one. There are some cuss words, so be warned.
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Date
April 2nd, 2012
Days after Outbreak
12
Abigail became inconsolable after we lost Beth. She turned into a ghost of herself, and it was killing me to see her so drawn and upset. It was becoming more and more obvious that we'd lose Tommy the same way we lost Beth, and we did on March 31st, which caused her to break down even harder. Losing the twins had put her on the edge. She'd sit in our room for hours on end, locking me out.
On April 2nd, I woke up and found her still in our bed, asleep. This was odd, as she was always the first one up. I looked closely at her, and my heart nearly stopped. Her face was chalk white. I felt her forehead, my hand trembling. She was burning with fever.
"No, no, Abby, not you too." I said in a hushed yet panicked voice. I roused her, and she stirred.
"Ben?" She said, her voice sounding dry. I suddenly found myself unable to respond, a lump beginning to form in my throat. I kissed her forehead, and went to get her some medicine, tears forming in my eyes. I'd already lost my children; I didn't want to lose my wife.
I returned, handing her few pills and a glass of water. I brushed a lock of blonde hair from her eyes, and went downstairs. Just then, the phone rang. I answered it without even looking to see who it was.
"Hello?" I tried to keep my voice steady.
"Is this Benjamin Gates?" I didn't recognize the voice.
"Yes, that's me."
"I understand you are a good friend of Riley Poole?"
My heart sank, and I suddenly had a white-knuckled grip on the counter, trying to keep myself steady. "Yes, I am. Is everything alright?" I clung to the last hope that remained.
"I'm afraid not. Mr. Poole was found dead in his apartment this morning. The fever."
It was what I had feared. Tears sprang to my eyes, my mouth unable to form words. Riley? Not our Riley. He was so full of life, so happy. He and Jacqueline had been engaged, and they were planning a summer wedding. He couldn't be dead. It just wasn't possible.
My mind flew back to all the times we'd shared together, and before I know it, the phone slid out of my hand and hit the marble countertop with a crash.
"Mr. Gates?"
I suddenly felt a fury rising within me. "Damnit!" I choked, grabbing the phone and throwing it at the wall with all the strength I could muster. I knocked everything off of the counter in a rage, and flour and sugar spilled all over the floor.
"This is all wrong!" I screamed, though no one was there "It isn't fair!! GODDAMNIT!"
I kicked at the canister of sugar on the floor repeatedly until the glass shattered. I ran out of the room, but I suddenly collapsed at the foot of the stairs, my body wrenching with sobs. This couldn't be happening.
Million of people all over the world were dying; Central Park had become a mass burial ground. It just wasn't right. I could hear Abby calling out my name, so I hastily brushed away my tears with the back of my hand and flew upstairs.
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Ouch. Wow. I KILLED RILEY! –sobs- WHY WHY WHY?! -kicks self again and again, then cries more-
Any reviews for this terribly upsetting update?