So this one-shot got me really sad writing it. I want to know what you guys think so please review! I love hearing what you guys have to say!
"Come on Patricia stay with us! Stay with us Patricia! We're losing her!"
The dream was different this time. This time I was in her place instead of watching her. I felt her pain. I was going through it as she was slipping away.
"Do you remember anything specific?"
"It came in flashes. Blinking. It was slow blinking. I remember the doctors standing over me and calling me her name. I saw blood. The once clean equipment came back up with blood. All over. They were operating and seemed to be losing me or her... And then it goes black and I can't hear anything anymore. Then I wake up."
"Well Eddie I think somehow your mind is replaying what happened that night. I think you are at the guilty stage of grieving. You wish it was you, you don't want her to be gone. Your mind is putting you in her place because you feel guilty that she's dead and it wasn't you." He closed his eyes shut tight. It was hard to come to the realization of her being gone.
"Eddie. Have you had any thoughts about hurting yourself?"
"No." Lies. "But I still see her. Occasionally I'll see her when I'm at the grocery store. I'll think she's over in the corner watching me but she's not. I saw her in my kitchen yesterday. She was cooking and she looked up and smiled at me and..." He looked down letting a tear drop down and land on the floor below him.
"It's ok Eddie you can continue."
"And she called me weasel and opened up her arms, but when I walked over there...she wasn't there. She was gone. Just like she is today." He let out a deep breath. The timer went off on the psychologists watch and he picked up his things and left. The breeze of late August hit him the face while he walked down the streets of New York. He didn't look up, he didn't want to enjoy anything unless she was by his side. He walked In to his loft and laid his keys on the table by the door. It was Patricia's idea of putting it there.
"Come on Weasel it will look great! And when you come home you put them here and then you don't have to try and look for them in the morning because we all know how long that takes!" He remembered smiling at her and agreeing because he was just so happy they were getting to move in with each other. It took a little bit to get her stuff transferred over but everything was finally settled in and it was time to decorate and make it there own. She agreed to decorate, saying something like 'I'm the girl in the relationship' she hadn't been able to finish it though.
He walked further into his apartment to the living room. The light was dimmed and he walked over to the far corner and sat in his red recliner chair. He picked it out when they went to the furniture store.
"Eddie we are not going to be one of those couples!"
"What are those kind of couples Yacker?"
"The ones where the husband has his own little chair that only he sits in and it's like a known rule to everyone without anyone ever telling anyone the rule."
"Well then we can share it!" He sat down in the chair bringing her down to sit on his lap.
"It's perfect."
He picked up the whiskey bottle on the table beside the chair. He lifted it to his lips not bothering to use a cup and took a swig.
"Eddie!"
"Well I don't know what you want me to do Patricia! I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't want to!"
"Oh ya sure you just fell on her lips!"
"No I was drunk! She kissed me!"
"Oh ya sure blame it on everyone else! You know Eddie it takes two people to kiss! That's four lips and two of them were yours!" She walked over to the table by the door grabbing her keys. She never showed weakness and crying was definitely a weakness so she wouldn't let him see it. She walked out slamming the door behind her and getting in her car. She drove for a while letting all the tears spill. It was raining hard and she turned on her windshield wipers. She was blinded by the oncoming cars headlights, not even knowing she shifted in to the other lane.
The tears came flooding down his face and he let out a scream of frustration. That was the last time he saw her. He threw the whiskey bottle against the wall and it shattered. The substance dripping down the wall. He walked into his kitchen trying to find a towel to clean it up. His eyes flicked around the kitchen. He caught sight of something shiny, reflecting the light of the ceiling lamp hanging from above. He walked over to pick it up.
"Hello is this Edison Miller?"
"Yes."
"Hello my name is Sandra from the front desk at the critical medical center in Albany." He froze. The hospital. Patricia hadn't come home yet.
"Ok..."
"Yes we need you to get here as soon as possible. Patricia Williamson was in a car wreck." He hung up the phone fast and ran out the door.
He picked it up, twirling it around in his fingers.
"Eddie have you ever had thoughts of hurting yourself?"
"No." Lies.
He held it up In front of his face and saw his reflection. Miserable. He had hairs all around his mouth and his chin. He couldn't remember the last time he shaved. Tear stains marked his cheeks. He was miserable. The once shiny object came up with blood on it. He felt his legs go weak and then The hard linoleum floor against his back. He heard the object drop to the ground and the banging at his door. He was hearing sirens and someone yelling his name, until it all went black.
"Come on Eddie stay with us! Stay with us Eddie! Were losing him!"
It came in flashes. Blinking. Slow blinking. He could feel the pain that wasn't hers anymore it was his. He was slipping away. She was there, right next to him. Smiling. She reached over and touched his hand. He could almost feel it. It was getting stronger and his pulse was getting weaker. He heard the beeps in the background slowing. With every breath it felt like his last, struggling to suck in the last gasp of breath. The doctors all looked down at him with pleading eyes. They were becoming blurry and he felt the energy being drained from his body slowly.
And then it went black and he couldn't hear anything anymore.
