Story: Three Words
spawned off a convo i had with my littluns. its a shorty so enjoy:
There was a beating in my chest that got harder with each breath, and faster as he looked at me telling me those three words that would change my life forever.
I felt my body trembling as I began to lose my breath. He looked at me, and touched my hand as he began to write something down on a small piece of paper for me, handing it to me, and telling me goodbye as I walked out the door.
This hallway was so long. It seemed to go on for miles, even though it really only went on for 30 feet. Those three words played in my head over and over. Half way down the hallway I broke down in tears and drenched my face with emotions.
Out the big glass doors at the end of the hallway, I walked down the side walk staring at the ground even though I could tell, everyone was staring at me. It was like I was branded with those three words... Like they were plastered up on billboards, road signs and written across my forehead.
Four blocks later I reached my apartment, went in, sat my purse on table, fixed myself a small glass of bacardi and drank it in one gulp before throwing myself on the bed and burying my face deep into the pillow. Those three words still repeating themselves in my head. I couldn't take the torture anymore. I sat up and grabbed my address book off the night stand and started ripping out pages, circling numbers with my black sharpie pen, dialing them, saying 3 quick words followed by an “I'm sorry” and hung up right after to avoid hearing their reaction.
Looking at the clock I noticed it was already 5:15 pm. My husband would be home at 6:00, so I quickly scrawled those three words that were stuck in my head, followed by an “ I'm sorry ” onto a yellow piece of paper and carried it into the bathroom with me. I un dressed, ran warm bath water and stepped into the tub with a knife from the kitchen. It only took 2 tries to reach the vein in my wrist, and after that, blood was everywhere. I tried clearing my mind, but thoughts of those three words kept flashing, like they were being typed up in my thoughts with a typewriter. I began to cry, so I covered my face with my right hand and I sat back in the tub, looked down at the floor where I had sat my note at, and closed my eyes.
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When my husband got home and found me in the tub close to death, he called 911 and waited in the bathroom with me for the ambulance to show up. Looking down at the floor, he saw my note, picked it up, and read it aloud.
I have aids. I'm sorry.
There was a beating in my chest that got harder with each breath, and faster as he looked at me telling me those three words that would change my life forever.
I felt my body trembling as I began to lose my breath. He looked at me, and touched my hand as he began to write something down on a small piece of paper for me, handing it to me, and telling me goodbye as I walked out the door.
This hallway was so long. It seemed to go on for miles, even though it really only went on for 30 feet. Those three words played in my head over and over. Half way down the hallway I broke down in tears and drenched my face with emotions.
Out the big glass doors at the end of the hallway, I walked down the side walk staring at the ground even though I could tell, everyone was staring at me. It was like I was branded with those three words... Like they were plastered up on billboards, road signs and written across my forehead.
Four blocks later I reached my apartment, went in, sat my purse on table, fixed myself a small glass of bacardi and drank it in one gulp before throwing myself on the bed and burying my face deep into the pillow. Those three words still repeating themselves in my head. I couldn't take the torture anymore. I sat up and grabbed my address book off the night stand and started ripping out pages, circling numbers with my black sharpie pen, dialing them, saying 3 quick words followed by an “I'm sorry” and hung up right after to avoid hearing their reaction.
Looking at the clock I noticed it was already 5:15 pm. My husband would be home at 6:00, so I quickly scrawled those three words that were stuck in my head, followed by an “ I'm sorry ” onto a yellow piece of paper and carried it into the bathroom with me. I un dressed, ran warm bath water and stepped into the tub with a knife from the kitchen. It only took 2 tries to reach the vein in my wrist, and after that, blood was everywhere. I tried clearing my mind, but thoughts of those three words kept flashing, like they were being typed up in my thoughts with a typewriter. I began to cry, so I covered my face with my right hand and I sat back in the tub, looked down at the floor where I had sat my note at, and closed my eyes.
---
When my husband got home and found me in the tub close to death, he called 911 and waited in the bathroom with me for the ambulance to show up. Looking down at the floor, he saw my note, picked it up, and read it aloud.
I have aids. I'm sorry.
posted by ~Allie~ @ 11:02 PM
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