Lost souls

Only with her I feel so helpless. I go to her room and she is lying there like an angel. do nothing but hold her hand. Sometimes I read her a story. A fairy tale like the one l lived with her. Sometimes it’s me who needs to be by her side not her needing me to be there. The simple fact that she is still breathing makes me cling to hope and I hold her hand like a baby clinging to his mother. I can’t help but talk to her sometimes. I know she can hear me. She makes sudden reflexes sometimes. The doctors said that’s what someone in a comma usually does, but I like to believe that she wants to tell me something and I explain it according to the situation. I’m missing her and I make sure she hears that every day. I want her back and I can do nothing and it’s killing me….

Whisper

I know she is angry with me. She always blushes when she is angry and her eyes _ I think_ get wider. I never apologize and I don't care if this is arrogance or vanity. I am what I am and she with her sparkling with evil eyes cannot change that. She maybe drove me to some of her wicked games, though. She has a name you know. Her name is whisper. A name her mother invented 'cause she loved angels that her daughter will never be one of them. But she enjoys faking it. I met her at a metro station and in nine months we were saying our vows. One day I go home early, I open the door to find…… no not another man. I'm not telling you an Indian trash… I mean movie. You don't see me singing every seven minutes ha. What was I saying, yah so I open the door and I find our maid soaked in her own blood. Of course that was not it. My ''angel'' was talking to the officers who showed more compassion to my wife than they did to the poor maid. They even were considering lying charges against the maid for threatening my wife. I'm sure when she was making the salad she didn't know that she'll pay the price dear for hurting those carrots. My wife had a point. She was cranky and the girl pissed her off. She is a human being and she can get cranky sometimes. I'm not sure if I was under a spell or I was blinded by love. I mean I couldn't resist her scent, her tears wetting her lips umm.
She had this look on her face an innocent mixed with guilt look. We were at this company Christmas party and she liked this lady's watch so much that she decided to have it. I don't know how she did it but soon after she did she told the lady that her watch was missing and she was engaged in helping her looking for this damn watch.
_'and what did you do about it'
_'not so much… one drink for Mr.!!!'
_'Robinson … a you can call me Ted'
_'okay Ted so I didn't really care. The woman was a bitch you know. But soon I realized that an action had to be done. She's always wanted more and more. Her demands just had to be done. I felt like a slave and I decided to make her stop. 'stop' I say. 'you are pushing me too hard'. ' how about one last push?' she says. And I fell down the stairs. Two months I spent in the hospitals. I had to listen to this woman's shit ' I'm sorry, I didn't think you will really fall plah plah plah.'
_'so you divorced her'_'no, even better. I locked her up in the closet. Yes I did. I smashed some of her sleeping pills in her drink three days after I got home. She woke up tied up and alone in the closet with a pocket. She refused to eat the first two day the food I tried to feed her. But then she had no choice. I know she is angry with me. She always blushes when she is angry and her eyes I think get wider sparkling with evil. I just can't help not enjoying it.
End.
the vision girl