Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

For months Vivian cried herself to sleep. Traumatic visions, memories that never happened, and the moans from her mourning tears kept her from resting. She had heard stories of how this happens. It was usually due to accidents of some kind. Maybe stressful situations caused some strain. Neither of these applied however. She had done everything right. Fell in love with him. Decided, together, that they were ready. Everything was great so it couldn't have been due to stress. He never pushed her down the steps, never abused her in any way. But yet, they still lost it. The baby they both desired was lost due to a condition outside of her control. But why did she feel at fault? Two weeks after the baby passed they found him. He had relapsed and took his life outside the hospital where the final ultrasound occurred. An empty 40 of whiskey in one hand and his revolver in the other. He left her all alone mourning him and their lost child. He had a note in his pocket that she could not let go. Crumpled in her loosely clenched fist it read.
"To my dearest Vivian, I am sorry I could not provide you the child that you wanted. I failed you and as such failed us."
She mouthed every word and had memorized the stanza. Now she just laid here, in the bed of their old apartment with a tear stained pillow and his hooded sweatshirt on. Holding a small framed picture of the ultrasound. She wondered how long it could go on like this. Then it struck her. She got up out of her bed, took her first shower in what seemed like months. She put on the most beautiful sundress she had, the same one she wore on her first date with him and the same one she wore the day they found out they were expecting. She smiled for the first time since that day as she pulled the trigger herself. Dropping to the floor and dropping her note to the now blood covered floor. As it fell it opened up revealing the message; The message that was simply one word.
"Now we are a family again."