His cheeks were redder than a red cayenne pepper; his eyes were drained and ragged looking from crying; his thoughts engulfed him; with sadness and memories of once a happy couple, who had a whole future ahead of them; but now they have nothing; but a few old photographs in torned out albums; and frames back home.
Nurse: "Mr Jacobs?"
his body turns to the nurse; a women with ebony skin pressed against white uniform and her breaths facilitated to a more casual cadence.
Mr Jacobs: "yes, what is it?"
Nurse: "I am sorry to disturb you; but if you are ready to, we would like to take the body to make sure we give her Last offices; so we can peacefully give the body to the funeral directors."
All I am is bitter, each other feeling pushed from my being; it was unfair, she was given to me then taken from me all at once, why has the world cursed me with this pain; what have I ever done to deserve such loss? the fragile voice of the nurse broke him out of his thoughts.
Mr Jacobs: nothing came out of him, but a silent nod.
The nurse took his silent nod as a seal of agreement; as she covered the body with a long piece of white cloth, to give the body its last sign of respect from the morgue; just when the nurse was about to leave she spoke to Mr Jacobs; in a sympathetic tone; while positioning her self right night to him.
Nurse: "I want to tell you, that everything will be fine; but that'll mean that I've lied to you, which I do not wish to do. it will be hard at first, seeing the person you love not around you, when you need them the most; but time will allow your loss to heal."
He looks at the nurse with ebony skin; she looked sad in her eyes but tired; from all the night shifts shes been doing these past weeks; he opens his mouth to say a simple thank you to the nurse; but before he could he bursts out of tears in her arms; she cradles him in her arms and whispers soft words of "let it all out", he begins to say words that were hard to understand since it was mumbled through his out burst; "I loved her, I really did, she was my wife...how will I ever forgive myself? I shouldn't have left her that night, I shouldn't have...I should of called the ambulance as soon as I..."
before he could finish what he was saying the nurse interrupted him.
Nurse: "Nothing's your fault, you can't blame yourself for what has happened; the police will find out who did this; all you have ever done was love your wife..." she reassures him while patting his back.
Mr Jacobs: "no you don't understand!" his voice was loud enough for him to break away from her reassurance; he leaped up from the chair that he sat on within the morgue. the nurses face was in shock and frightened from his aggressive tone.
Mr Jacobs: "I killed her."
her face was in absolute stun and terrified, she was in dismay; she developed the strength to talk; the expressions of "what do you mean you killed her?" managed to come out of her mouth.
Mr Jacobs: "I killed her with my bare hands! she shouldn't off done what she did! She had a lover! she's a Lair! she's a whore!"
The nurse got up frantically to leave to get help but he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her close, his body weight was to much for her unlock herself from; she tried to scream; but he used his strong masculine veined hands to cover her mouth, "I've told you, now I have to kill you too."
Hey guys I hope you enjoyed my short story, it's different from what I usually write, but sometimes you gotta just try something new; and I can honestly say I enjoyed writing this :).
Author: Rachel A. Robin
Happy writing x
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