Chapter 13
I know people breath, breath and breath! Just read…..
Mort stood there silently in pain. He first noticed her small slender hand, pruny and grayish lay hanging on the side of the tub, her veins easily seen through her alabaster gray skin.
He slowly began to walk towards the tub. He had made it to the edge, and screamed in a cry of rage. He screamed in a cry of terror and immediate madness. As he fell over against the wall as tears slided down his face.
He ignored the tears. He continued to scream as his voice echoed throughout the cabin even reaching the forest. Chico hearing the screams ducked his face beneath his paws as his tail went between his legs. He started to whimpered scared unsure of what was going on.
Mort crawled over to the bathtub mumbling nonsense, "Please, oh god please tell me…she can't be….I wouldn't………", as he reached the edge. He grabbed her cold clammy hand in his and looked over the tub.
The water was a blood red as he noticed a thick cut along her neck. He tried to choke in a sob when he looked at her hands and noticed that he wrist were covered in bruises. Bruises that looked suspiciously like fingertips.
He choked in another sob when he looked up to her face. The look she held would haunt his memories forever. Her eye's dark and accusing. Accusing him…..
Mort fell back and held his head in his hands. He did not kill her. He would never kill her, no matter what she would never be touched. But the cut……the bruises on her wrist. "It can't be me…I would never hurt he", as he continued repeating that mantra as more tears fell down his cheeks.
But the more he said the mantra the more he came to realize that he was lying to himself. It couldn't be true it just couldn't be true. He got up quickly looking over the tub, but all he saw was her accusing face, as her head lay to the side half underwater.
Her skin a nasty gray color, as her lips had become blue. She lay there naked on the water floating almost, the warm water had become a cold red bath, as more blood from her wound poured into the water.
Mort began breathing deeply through his nostrils as he sniffed his nose continually his eyes bloodshot from crying so hard.
He weakly bent over picking up her cold lifeless body into his arms and cradling her against him as he leaned them against the wall as he cried into her hair.
He continued to whisper his love to her, kissing her cold dead lips hopping that she would magically awaken from her deep sleep like 'Snow White' or 'Sleeping Beauty' but her sleep was a permanent one.
He held her, as he ran his hands up and down her body trying to memorize her as he kept his eyes closed as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Please forgive me…please come back. I love you!", as he screamed, opening his eyes shaking her body.
But nothing. She didn't even twitch. Mort knew she was gone, but he just couldn't believe it. Or more along the lines he wouldn't believe it. She was too good to die. They had too much going for them and she couldn't leave him now especially since he needed her now more then ever.
Mort sat there shaking as he held her body against him. He just lay there holding her as he drifted off into his own little world. He didn't even know how long he had drifted, but all he knew was that she was dead…….
She was dead………
And he couldn't have saved her. He could have stopped this. He could see it now, Shooter taking control of his body while he slept coming in on Caroline as she had probably smiled up at him like she always did, before she knew the horror that was to come upon her.
Shooter probably had taken a knife from the kitchen and had lunged at her trying to cut her. Mort closed his eyes as he could just imagine her screaming. Just like when Amy died……….
Caroline probably asked him the same question, "Why……?" Mort could see it all now, he could see Shooter laughing over her dead body as she fell into darkness.
She trusted me. She trusted my love, and she trusted my strength and because of my love for her and her trust in me she died……
Mort screaming in anger as he banged the tile of the bathroom floor. He heard a crack and knew his hand was bleeding from the impact but he didn't care. He felt numb…and hatred.
Then he felt it. A drop of something had fell from the ceiling and hit his face. Mort wipped it away and looked at his hand. He felt his heart drop and his body become cold.
Blood covered his hand. He looked up at the ceiling and he saw it. He looked around the entire bathroom as he began to hyperventilate. His body shaking in such shock……
He looked towards the mirror and saw it also, as he saw the knife sitting there at the sink covered in blood. The entire bathroom was covered in the written words, "Ha Ha".
Everywhere. The mirror was covered in Ha Ha, the ceiling, and the walls covered in the words Ha Ha. The words written in blood, dripping from the letters……….written in Caroline's blood.
So sorry that it was such a sad chapter. But don't shoot me just yet. Take pity on me right now….
