Hey, this is my first story being posted here, I hope you like it. I'm asking that if you take the time to read it that you offer a little feedback, opinoins, ideas on where you think it's going etc... I'd greatly appreciate it.
Standing at the door way, looking in at the woman I love, the woman I’d die for, the woman I’d kill for…seeing her lying in a hospital bed, head wrapped in bandages…knowing that I put her there…It was my fault…I’d give anything to take back the pain I’ve caused…to have her look at me the way she used to, with absolute love, adoration, respect…but that will never be, and she made that perfectly clear…not through a raised voice or by throwing the vase of flowers I’d just given her at my head…she did it in the way that only she could, which leaves no room for mistake or argument…in her very quiet, yet stern voice she asked….no not asked, TOLD me to leave…and just to make sure that I didn’t misunderstand and think she meant to leave for now she waited until I got to the door to call my name… “Mike” said in little more than a whisper…I guess I turned around too fast with too much hope and excitement written across my face while the tears steadily streamed from my eyes…when my eyes met hers at that moment I knew what was coming next and right then it happened, my heart broke for the 2nd time in a single day, a pain I’ve never experienced before in life, and that I hope to never experience again, a pain that on our worst day I would never wish on even my worst enemy… “Don’t come back”
With one last look as I exited the room I saw her lay her head back on the pillow…bring her hands to clutch her stomach… I don’t know if she was subconsciously doing it out of habit or if it was her way of bringing the reality of the situation home… that the baby we made out of love, picked names for, bought brand new everything for, that we went out to find a house that we could grow into with not just this baby but those that would follow….was gone…and it was my fault…I did this…stole that away from her…and then, that’s when it hit me HARD… I sank to the linoleum tiles of the hospital hallway and vomited…vomited everything I had in me until I had nothing left but the acidic bile to spew forth, my stomach ached with the pain of trying to retch up something that wasn’t there…and there on the hospital floors I did exactly as she did I laid back put my head against the cold hospital floors and clutched my stomach due not to the pain caused by the still present retching but by the fact that at this exact moment it became real to me...that the baby…MY little boy was gone…and that I killed him.