December 25, 2008
8:36 PM
Exactly 1 week, 18 hours since I woke up to my worst nightmare.
Today has been terrible… Everyone surrounding the ostentatious tree, exchanging gifts and laughing as Emmett pranced around to Jingle Bells on the radio… I've been up in my room all day, picking out a picture of my fiancé for his casket.
Do you know what it's like, sitting for hours on end with a shoebox full of pictures of a deceased family member, your true love, picking out the front cover of the casket that'll soon be pushing up daisies?
It's horrible. I sit on my bed, picking up photo after photo, seeing every smile, every memory… Our prom photo, our drunken photos, photos that were just taken because we had a camera. I choked on a sob every time I looked at that beautiful, porcelain face of his… And my heart ripped to shreds. Everyone had given up on helping me, so now I was the alien of the family, alone and left out of everything life was attempting to offer…
I had to stop venting. Venting into my journal wasn't helping the feeling of grief deep in my stomach. I set the box of pictures aside, curling up on our pillows, letting the tears cling to my cheek. His side of the bed, always made up due to the lack of use to the sheets, the smell of his pillow changed from his Axe shampoo to just a plain pillow. I chuckled a sad laugh, remembering how obsessed he used to be with showers. He loved them, he'd take one in the morning and at night, and most of the time his hair would be wet, and he'd stroll around the house in just a towel, and no one complained. He just waltzed and pranced around, and every morning Alice and I would be in the kitchen, having stolen Emmett's gym shorts and T-shirts, and we'd make Fruit Loops while singing any random song, just to lighten our spirits, and our boyfriends would bounce down the stairs, kiss our heads, and ask for a bowl as they turned on the football game. That was our typical morning, and now, it was gone.
I cried, clutching his pillow to my chest, when a sudden knock on my door interrupted my silent pleas to God to bring him back.
I walked slowly to the door, reaching for the knob before it swung open and hit my hand. Alice was standing there, wide-eyed, a tape in her other hand.
"Bella… The street lights the police use for traffic… It caught the faces of the people in the car."
"What?" I snatched the tape from her frozen hand, forcing it into my VCR and pressing play. I had a clear view of the street, still wet from the rainstorm that night, then looked at the time stamp in the corner of the tape: December 18, 2008 2:34 A.M.
I gulped back the lump in my throat, trying to see through my tear-blurred eyes.
Not 5 seconds later did a happy couple walk across the side of the street, the female giggling, the male an other-worldy, beautiful creature, with the female perched carefully on his back, when a familiar, black car skidded up the road…
I now had to force myself to watch this devastating scene as the windows rolled down, the man in the driver's seat rolling down his window, stretching his arm out, forcing part of his body to be lifted from the car as the pistol's trigger was pulled…
Mike Newton.
A/N:: Yeah, I know that was short. But, some object of the story had to be explained. I do have some ideas for upcoming chapters and possibly a sequel, any ideas? Review!