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Adam and Eve. Part II, Short Story(Twisted Love Story).
Part 2 (of 3)
After a few months I bought my first computer. I was thrilled – this was my first expense of this kind! The only problem was that I had no idea how to set everything up and get it going. I asked a colleague, if he could help me to install my new computer. Unfortunately, he didn't feel well that evening, and he had to cancel. He called me, and promised to follow through next week. I put the phone down, a bit disappointed, and heard a knocking at the door. Chris. He heard our conversation at work, and decided to check how I'm doing with my new PC. From word to word, from one look to another... Suddenly, everything seemed to be so obvious.... And simple. We had so much in common! Chris stepped into my life quite unexpectedly, and… Decided to stay.
And I was sort of glad that my colleague couldn't make it...
We quickly eloped, after only a few months of dating. Chris claimed that he fell in love with me so long time ago, that he didn't want to wait a moment longer. He asked me to be his wife. And I ... I felt loved, and wanted my life to finally begin! I wanted to have a family and ... A green card... I know how this must sound - like I was using Chris and his feelings, to finally get the papers ... But that's not true! Chris was a really important person to me.
My mother was disappointed that she couldn't be at the wedding, but I comforted her by saying that surely there would not be a wedding – just me and Chris, so she actually wouldn't miss anything. Chris didn't invite his parents either, because he didn't want me to feel sad and alienated without my polish family and friends. He really loved me! And I ... I was very grateful for that.
I moved into his house, and after a few months I got a green card and passed a driving test. And… I was pregnant! What more a girl could ask for? Chris said that it would be better if I stopped working, focused on myself, and took care of the house, so I thanked Grant for everything, and resigned. Life finally started to smile at me, and - let me tell you - it had a huge smile on its face! Sometimes I even shyly thought that everything was happening to me like in a fairy tale ...
I started to plan the trip to visit Poland.
"Finally, I will see my mother!"
I wanted to leave soon after giving birth. I bought tickets to go in the summer.
"It will be difficult to travel with an infant, but it will be worth it, it will make my mom so happy!"
I carried my child under my heart with such an indescribable joy, that sometimes I wondered how someone could be so very happy! Every cell of my body was filled with euphoria, and actually for nine months straight I did not stop smiling - the world was so beautiful and generous in its gift!
My perfect little Maya was born on January 6, in the winter, with the crisp in the air and white powder on the ground. She was wonderful! She was the most beautiful newborn baby in the world! She was my love, my life, the greatest gift I could have ever expected! And if before maybe I didn't really know what true love was, now my heart was filled to the brim with it. And not just with love for my sweet Maya, but also for my husband, who was the prince I've always dreamed of, and who made it all possible.
And then my world came to its end. Without any warning. My beautiful daughter died. She was only one month old.
8. The End of My World.
I wanted to die together with her! My soul was torn into shreds, and whatever was left of it, it was trying to tear out of my body! Screaming in pain and sobbing to heaven…
"Life doesn't make sense! God is cruel! God doesn't exist!"
In the hospital they told me that this was a common cold. Maya was too little, too weak to survive it. Just like that. Everything happened so suddenly, she didn't even show any symptoms, any signs that something deadly was happening to her. Sudden fever, and after a few hours Maya was out of this world. It seemed as if she was here only for a short moment, as if she was just a shy ray of sun in my colorless existence ... Her pink little body was now cold and empty, without life...
I left the hospital, and went back to our empty house, selfishly focused on my own pain and sorrow. I didn’t even care how Chris was making it through. Without a word we went to separate bedrooms, unable to look each other in the eye.
And I should have held him as honestly as possible, told him that he was not alone in this burst of pain. I should have confessed how much he meant to me. I should have ...
Because in the morning there was no Christopher anymore, just a cold, lifeless body. I was alone. And I didn't even have any more tears left to cry after my love.
A common cold, so they told me. Again. Chris had to catch it from Maya, and I should be quarantined immediately, "just in case".
"Just a cold...???"
They took his body, and I was locked into solitary confinement.
"There will be no funeral for Maya or Chris, instead we have to conduct autopsies."
I didn't know what to feel, how to react, what to say - I did not want to exist. I wanted to sink into the ground, and just "not to be". White walls of isolation were becoming heavier and more hostile. I felt as if they weighed an incredible weight on my shoulders, trying to nail me down to the ground.
Then a fever came, then a choking cough, but nobody would come by to see how I felt, and what's going on with me.
"They forgot about me?"
And then the thought occurred to me: “I too will die…” Just like Maya and Chris, it's only a matter of time. And that this solitary confinement from the beginning was to be my grave. The hospital knew it had to be something more than just a cold ... Amazingly I felt relieved because I wanted to die.
"Maybe on the other side my lovely little child is waiting for me? Maybe I could join her? Maybe she is lonely, maybe cold… I want to be there for her! Now!"
I don't know how long I was locked up in the white room - laying on the bed, shivering with fever, or hanging over the sink, drinking gallons of water, unable to stop. Painful thirst was ripping throughout my dehydrated body. It felt like it took days before the fever left me, and I finally felt better. I woke up weak, but hungry. The door was still locked, but when I pressed on the handle, to my surprise, it opened smoothly. People in the hospital hallway looked finished, and I’ve noticed madness in their exhausted eyes.
"What's going on?"
"Epidemic! Every other person is ill!" And no one knows what to do, nothing helps, and death occurs within a few hours ... "We are all going to die!"
I ran to the TV. News. Epidemic, an unknown virus spreading in the U.S., in Asia ... In Europe! Blood rushed into my head: “My mom, my family in Poland! How do they feel? Is it all well with them? How can I contact them? I have to go home and call! Immediately!"
I started to push through between mad crowds of people – sobbing mothers, children with frightened eyes, wondering in search of their parents, people in masks and protective suits, caring out black bags filled with human bodies. I ran to the car. Forty-minute drive through the canyon took me this time only twenty minutes. I rushed to the front door and to the phone. Ring after ring. Nothing. Just echo.
...TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 3 (of 3)
All names, events and places described in this story are fictitious, and any convergence is absolutely random.
© 2012 Aga