Post by Spirk on Mar 26, 2005 20:19:40 GMT -5
By R.M.Carroll
Cold, cold and damp were all around me. I couldn’t see anything in the total blackness, could only feel the cool condensation that seemed to surround me. Where was I? How did I get here? All questions that ran through my mind like a jackrabbit on speed as I turned my head form side to side, as I tried to see even the smallest bit of light for my eyes to catch. It was useless, wherever I was it was cool, damp and I wasn’t able to move beyond turning my head from side to side.
“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, I screamed it over and over yet no sound came from me, not so much as a gasp of breath. Panic welled out of me as I struggled to move, tried to sit up or turn over but I couldn’t do either of those things. I was frozen right there, unable to move from the neck down, my vocal cords unwilling to work.
Think, I had to think it through, how did I get here? Where exactly was here? What was the last thing I remembered? I felt my lids settle over my eyes as I thought back.
Lilly, the name struck me like a bullet between the eyes as my memories flooded back. We’d been married for ten years, had two kids together and even though we had money we were nowhere near wealthy. That was what the policy was for. One on me one on her in case anything ever happened to us. I want to scream, I want to yell her name and hurl curses at her as the memories all came back.
I was a fool, I thought I knew everything that was going on in our lives, I thought we were happy, or at least as happy as a couple married that long could be. I had no idea she was fucking everything on two legs with a dick. The pool boy, the mailman, even the goddamn preacher from her church, all of them ended up in my bed at one point or the other. Still I had no idea; I was clueless all the way up to the end.
It was a Thursday night and we were having what I thought was a wonderful night. We had tucked the kids into bed and she had popped open a bottle of my favorite Sherry. She had carried the bottle and glass over to me with a little smile on her face. I recognized that smile, it was her seductive smile and I hadn’t seen it in quite a while. She slipped onto my lap and poured me a glass before setting the bottle down on the end table. It was a sudden turn from her aloofness of late, she was open and warm and loving. I should have known right there that something was wrong, shows how fucking stupid I am.
“Drink.” She had whispered to me as she held the glass gently up to my lips. I took a sip, then another as she curled her free hand through my hair. “There are some things you should know.” She said with a smile as she set the glass down next to the bottle. With just that little bit I was feeling the warmth of the sherry as it worked it’s way into my system.
“I don’t love you.” She whispered in my ear as she continued to play with my hair. “That’s why I poisoned your wine. That’s right,” she purred. “That’s what you feel running through your body, even as we speak. We don’t have long my dear, even as we speak it is killing you.” She pulled away from me then and I could see the smallest hint of sadness in her eyes. I knew immediately, now that she had admitted to killing me that the sadness wasn’t for me. She didn’t give a damn about me.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this.” She continued as she looked down into my eyes. I was struggling to keep them open; my limbs had already stopped working, frozen in place by whatever it was she had put in the sherry. “I just can’t stand being with you anymore. You’re an idiot to not see the signs. Hell I bet you thought I was happy being your wife.” She snorted at that last bit like it was the funniest damned thing she had ever heard. “You had no idea about all the affairs did you? I bet you’ve been loyal this whole time haven’t you.” Then she told me, she leaned in and whispered in my ear the names of the men she’d slept with in just the last two years alone.
“So, now you understand, don’t you? I’ve met someone that I’ve decided to stay with, but in order for us to be happy we need money and let’s face it, I wouldn’t have anywhere near enough in a divorce. So I’m cashing in my chips, or I guess I should say I’m cashing in your chips my love.” The last two words came off of her lips a sneer. I tried to struggle, gave it one last effort but my arms and legs had betrayed me, my vocal cords had abandoned me. Even my eyelids had turned traitor as they began to slide shut.
“Who knows I might stop and visit your grave.” She laughed softly as I felt her stand up from my lap. Her presence seemed to be the last thing that held me to the natural plane. Everything went ‘out’ until just a few moments ago.
She had gotten away with it. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. The poison she used was traceless, made it look like a heart attack. She got the money, the new boyfriend and the kids, everything she wanted. What did I get? The fucking victim in the story and what did I get? I got a spot six feet under the earth, an eternity to spend with this fucking rotting body, unable to do anything but wait for her to eventually join me down here, down among the worms.
Cold, cold and damp were all around me. I couldn’t see anything in the total blackness, could only feel the cool condensation that seemed to surround me. Where was I? How did I get here? All questions that ran through my mind like a jackrabbit on speed as I turned my head form side to side, as I tried to see even the smallest bit of light for my eyes to catch. It was useless, wherever I was it was cool, damp and I wasn’t able to move beyond turning my head from side to side.
“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, I screamed it over and over yet no sound came from me, not so much as a gasp of breath. Panic welled out of me as I struggled to move, tried to sit up or turn over but I couldn’t do either of those things. I was frozen right there, unable to move from the neck down, my vocal cords unwilling to work.
Think, I had to think it through, how did I get here? Where exactly was here? What was the last thing I remembered? I felt my lids settle over my eyes as I thought back.
Lilly, the name struck me like a bullet between the eyes as my memories flooded back. We’d been married for ten years, had two kids together and even though we had money we were nowhere near wealthy. That was what the policy was for. One on me one on her in case anything ever happened to us. I want to scream, I want to yell her name and hurl curses at her as the memories all came back.
I was a fool, I thought I knew everything that was going on in our lives, I thought we were happy, or at least as happy as a couple married that long could be. I had no idea she was fucking everything on two legs with a dick. The pool boy, the mailman, even the goddamn preacher from her church, all of them ended up in my bed at one point or the other. Still I had no idea; I was clueless all the way up to the end.
It was a Thursday night and we were having what I thought was a wonderful night. We had tucked the kids into bed and she had popped open a bottle of my favorite Sherry. She had carried the bottle and glass over to me with a little smile on her face. I recognized that smile, it was her seductive smile and I hadn’t seen it in quite a while. She slipped onto my lap and poured me a glass before setting the bottle down on the end table. It was a sudden turn from her aloofness of late, she was open and warm and loving. I should have known right there that something was wrong, shows how fucking stupid I am.
“Drink.” She had whispered to me as she held the glass gently up to my lips. I took a sip, then another as she curled her free hand through my hair. “There are some things you should know.” She said with a smile as she set the glass down next to the bottle. With just that little bit I was feeling the warmth of the sherry as it worked it’s way into my system.
“I don’t love you.” She whispered in my ear as she continued to play with my hair. “That’s why I poisoned your wine. That’s right,” she purred. “That’s what you feel running through your body, even as we speak. We don’t have long my dear, even as we speak it is killing you.” She pulled away from me then and I could see the smallest hint of sadness in her eyes. I knew immediately, now that she had admitted to killing me that the sadness wasn’t for me. She didn’t give a damn about me.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this.” She continued as she looked down into my eyes. I was struggling to keep them open; my limbs had already stopped working, frozen in place by whatever it was she had put in the sherry. “I just can’t stand being with you anymore. You’re an idiot to not see the signs. Hell I bet you thought I was happy being your wife.” She snorted at that last bit like it was the funniest damned thing she had ever heard. “You had no idea about all the affairs did you? I bet you’ve been loyal this whole time haven’t you.” Then she told me, she leaned in and whispered in my ear the names of the men she’d slept with in just the last two years alone.
“So, now you understand, don’t you? I’ve met someone that I’ve decided to stay with, but in order for us to be happy we need money and let’s face it, I wouldn’t have anywhere near enough in a divorce. So I’m cashing in my chips, or I guess I should say I’m cashing in your chips my love.” The last two words came off of her lips a sneer. I tried to struggle, gave it one last effort but my arms and legs had betrayed me, my vocal cords had abandoned me. Even my eyelids had turned traitor as they began to slide shut.
“Who knows I might stop and visit your grave.” She laughed softly as I felt her stand up from my lap. Her presence seemed to be the last thing that held me to the natural plane. Everything went ‘out’ until just a few moments ago.
She had gotten away with it. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. The poison she used was traceless, made it look like a heart attack. She got the money, the new boyfriend and the kids, everything she wanted. What did I get? The fucking victim in the story and what did I get? I got a spot six feet under the earth, an eternity to spend with this fucking rotting body, unable to do anything but wait for her to eventually join me down here, down among the worms.