Hello… Good afternoon to my favourite people. Those reading this right now. So this weekend is a loooong weekend. I have decided to spoil you with 2 chapters this week. Chapter 8.5 and Chapter 9. Chapter 9 will be out tomorrow yes… I hope you guys enjoy these chapters.
p.s: I wrote this chapter (I call these mid chapters the future chapters or the death chapters hence the titles lol) to remind you of the future. All the drama that happened in the previous chapters should not make you forget what’s coming.. Something is going to happen. Do you guys know who the woman in the car is? Who is the man beside her? Tell me what you think in the comments section…
For those who did not read the prologue to death meeting everyone click here.
Otherwise try and have a super awesome 4D.
I remember a lot of things about my life.
The in between.
But none of it matters.
In this moment none of it matters. Because when death stares at you in the face you realise life is too short to hold onto bad memories. In this moment I wish I had done things differently. Maybe then everything would have been alright.
Gosh when will help come? Everything hurts. Is this awkward spot, everything hurts. Where is my handbag? If I can find it I can call the ladies and tell them to get help before I end up dying here upside down. Not I. We.
Him and I.
I slowly turn my head, wincing at the pain and I see him. His eyes are still closed. He’s not moved a muscle since I opened my eyes. I do not know if he is dead. If he is I will never forgive myself. It is my fault we are here. It’s all my fault. I should never have let him leave without me telling him the truth. I am such a bad person. I have ruined someone else with my greed. He is such a good man and yet here he is unconscious beside me probably dead. Maybe this is the time to be honest.
I need to apologise.
If I am to die tonight I might as well be honest about everything. If he is alive he will hear me. If he is dead then his spirit will.
“I’m sorry.” I croak.
I taste blood in my mouth. But I don’t let that stop me.
“I am sorry I hurt you.” I continue.
I take a deep breath, biting my lip as the pain takes over.
“I wish you knew how much you mean to me.” I whisper. “How much I care. I’m sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. I am so tired of everything.”
“I’m tired of fighting with you.”
“I’m tired of being in this space.”
“It’s not healthy for either of us. Look at us now. Who would have thought we would end up like this?”
I wish he would respond. I wish he would open his eyes and smile at me. I wish he would hold me and tell me everything will be alright. It’s not going to happen. I keep my eyes on his face, hoping to see any movement. Anything. All I see is blood.
The blood stuck to his seems to be drying up but it doesn’t hide that his face is swollen. If he survives I pray he will not have any scars as a reminder of tonight. I hope we walk out of this alive and better. No matter what happens I pray everything works out.
I remember a lot of things. When it comes to him it’s the good things I remember.
The good things.
“You can’t die on me…” I whisper.
Tears well up in my eyes. I’m not ready to see him die. I’m not ready to let go of him.
“Baby I’m sorry. You have to wake up. You have to survive.” I continue. “Do it for me. For me. I love you. You have to breathe. Wake up. Anything.”
I see his eye twitch and I gasp.
He must be alive. But nothing more happens. Just that one twitch. Maybe if I reach out and touch him I will know the truth. I slowly move my right hand, my fingers touching the top the car. It’s painful. I stop and exhale. It’s no use, I can’t move my arm. I am too weak to do anything. I have no idea how long I will last like this. The pain is too much.
“Please God save us. Save him. Please save him. I’ll do anything.” I whisper. “Don’t let him die. Let me die instead. I’m willing to die.”
In the distance I hear sirens. Finally they are coming. Finally. Oh my gosh they are coming for us.
“I want you to know I am sorry for everything.”
The sirens sound louder than ever. Please hurry up and save him for me. Please.
“You need to stay alive for me and our future.” I say. “Please stay alive.”