Amy sat in her hotel room, tears streaming down her face. She had peered into Alex's room at the hospital once Mort had left to speak with his family. She saw his newborn daughter sleeping in the hospital crib and wanted nothing more than to hold her. She saw Alex as well, also fast asleep, and that's when the voice came back.
All you have to do is get rid of her. It'll all be yours then. Everythin' will be put right.
Amy felt something stir deep within her. She felt her face become warm and soon realized that she was wringing her hands together so roughly that it hurt. Dead. She wanted nothing more than to see Alex dead and buried…then she would be the first at Mort's side.
Fearing the new feelings in her, she left the hospital as quickly as she could. Now she sat weighing everything in her mind. She was obsessed with want for what was dangling in front of her, taunting her.
"Alex doesn't deserve him the way that I do. She doesn't deserve his child."
That's right, she doesn'. She doesn' and you do.
"It's my life! She stole my life from me!"
The voice inside her head laughed. You're thinkin' clearly now, darlin'. Before you can get what's yours, you need to tend to somethin' else.
"Ted?"
Ted.
Amy had lied to Ted that afternoon, she didn't remember doing so, but she had the nagging feeling that it had happened. She vaguely recalled telling him some story about getting a call about an antique clock she'd been searching for for the past several months. She'd go back to him in the morning. Now curled up on the bed, Amy began to drift to sleep…
Soon her mind was seeing images of Alex, her eyes wide with fear. Amy could almost feel her hands holding the hospital pillow over the woman's face. Even in her sleep, a smile spread across her lips. The next flash was of Mort, mourning the loss of his wife. He stood over her grave, his eyes glazed over. She enveloped him in her arms and he collapsed in her embrace. In his misery, she felt whole again.
The sun woke her the following morning and her entire body felt lighter than it had in months. She showered and dressed, all the while planning out exactly what needed to be done. Making sure that she stuck to her story, she picked up a clock on the way back home.
I can't wait to see Ted…
Author's Note: Yes, I know how short that was, but it broke me through my writer's block. Stick with me, guys, I will finish this!