PorcelainA Story by Once upon a timeThe death of a person can be so grotesque, and yet cathartic. This was
the moment when her eyes finally began to see. Life came to them in a rush of
excitement, leaving her body limp. Her pink lips parted slightly, allowing her
soul to bypass the grasp of her tainted hands. As her eyes watched, a tear
escaped them, her beautiful spirit was finally free, and she was left to wallow
in the disgusting shell that she became. He released his grip from her brittle neck and
it left his handprint, painted a beautiful shade of plum, around her pink
flesh. Her head dropped limp, looking
over her shoulder. Flowing red hair circled her head like a river of blood on
the snow white quilt that covered their bed.
Mr. Gaines lay down next to his wife’s plastic body, his head even with
hers, and he looked into the hazel eyes that only a moment before held
knowledge of the world that he would never understand. Now they were merely
glazed windows into the beautiful carcass of a woman that had been rotting months
before she had died. Erin was brilliant and full of
opinions that she wasn’t afraid to share with anyone who would listen. She was
imbued with such passion and independence that it made her irresistible to
men. Jon loved when she would rant about
a political topic. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow, full of intensity.
Her red hair would brush across her porcelain skin, highlighting her flushed
cheeks. Jon was an insecure man, and awkward in his mannerisms. He was bright,
but never intellectual, and he felt embarrassed when he was with Erin and her
scholarly friends. He would twist up his hands in his shirt and look at her
from under his eyelashes and ask her why she was with him, why she loved him.
Erin, with her loving radiance, would grab his hands and catch his eyes with
hers and say that she knew he was a loving and caring man, and would one day
make a great father. “I remember the moment I knew that I loved you,” Jon brushed the backs of
his fingertips across the agape mouth of Erin’s stilled face. “You were angry
with me because I didn’t understand why you cared so much about gun control,”
Jon sighed and his breath rustled the fiery bangs on Erin’s brow. “I still
don’t.” He paused for a long time. Eventually Erin and Jon were married.
Their honeymoon stage lasted a year until Erin decided that it was time they
started a family. Jon use to joke during this stage of their life that he
thought starting a family was a code word for having a lot of sex, but Erin
took it a lot more seriously. After a couple months, when she didn’t get
pregnant, she began taking ovulation tests and choreographing their love making
based on rumors she had heard about ways to get pregnant. Jon hated when she
would take a pregnancy test. Erin would finally come out of the bathroom, her
eyes red and puffy from sobbing. She was
devastated, broken. Jon looked away from the empty eyes, “I loved you Erin; I wanted to give
you the baby that you needed so much. It hurt me too, you know.” He looked back
at her, the eyes not listening. It was humiliating, seeing the
doctor. A man that was better educated, better paid, and better looking than
Jon sat across from the desk in a white coat, holding a classy fountain pen and
tapping it on the desk. Dr. Schneider swiveled his chair and simultaneously
looked at a high point on the wall and leaned back. His feet countered his weight and popped up on
top of the ebony wood desk that was surprisingly organized. He brought his pen
to his mouth and furrowed his brow as if he was thinking hard about how to
explain the test results to the Gaines’. “There is no easy way to say this,”
his voice was dripping with honey as he finally made eye-contact with Jon, the
sympathy apparent in his eyes, “your sperm count is irreparably low.” Dr.
Schneider held Jon’s gaze and seemed to be waiting for something. Jon glanced
over to Erin who had already begun crying. “Jon, this means you cannot have
children,” the doctor said as if he was trying to make his point clear. Jon
didn’t respond, he merely reached across to hold a hand that was violently
yanked away by his sobbing wife. “You acted like it was my fault…” Jon sat up, his back to the stiffening
body of his wife, “…You acted like I had done something wrong that caused it.”
Jon’s voice got louder as if he was trying to speak over her. “I didn’t do
anything wrong Erin!” It was excruciating to watch Erin
drifting away from him. He was broken and useless as a husband. He couldn’t
give the one person he loved what she needed to be happy. She didn’t smile
anymore and Jon was responsible for her pain. She would look at him, her eyes
empty of compassion. He saw the love leave her eyes and contempt took its
place. She slipped through Jon’s fingers
as he grasped frantically to save his marriage. She must have hated him. Erin eventually began to smile again.
The color came back to her soft porcelain cheeks and her eyes sparkled.
However, when she looked at Jon they were just as cold and bitter as they were
before. She didn’t try to hide the fact that she was having an affair. She
would disappear at night, and when Jon would ask her where she was going, she
would scoff at him, turning her back and pushing her blazing hair away from her
face in defiance. He loved her so unconditionally that all he did was pretend
things were fine while she walked over him.
He might have been able to live forever
pretending. As long as she was with him, and she was happy; he was happy. But
then it came along and ruined
everything. How could Erin keep up the façade when her belly was swelling? The
house was cold and loveless, and she floated around in a bubble of happiness
that only touched her. Her eyes didn’t see Jon anymore. “We could have just kept on pretending Erin, but you had to go and get
pregnant,” Jon glanced at the round belly that lay still next to him. The evil
presence that nestled in the womb of his wife was probably still alive, slowly
dying. He took comfort knowing that the baby would never be born. The sun was dipping behind the
horizon when Jon finally got home from work. The house was dark, and a light
shown from the bedroom. Erin turned and looked at him when he walked in the
room. Suitcases were strewn around the bedroom and she had been busy packing. With a stutter brought on by shock,
Jon looked at his wife, “what’s going on?” “Oh come on Jon,” Erin said in a
scornful tone as she dropped her arms in protest to his question, “you’re not a
stupid guy. I’m leaving you. I’m pregnant and it’s obviously not yours.” Spiteful
eyes bore through his soul, tearing at his heart. He turned away from her to
avoid the pain, and she continued packing. “Erin…” Jon whimpered. She stopped
and shot an annoyed glance at him. Jon
walked up to her. He wanted to feel her against him. He wanted her to be his
again. She pulled herself away from him and smacked him. “Stop it Jon,” She
snarled. Jon began to sweat, and dizziness
overwhelmed him as he brought his hands up around the thin neck of the woman he
loved. A wave of nausea flooded over Jon and his hands squeezed her brittle
neck. She clawed at his hands, trying to break free from them. These were the
hands that had once caressed her with tenderness. These hands were supposed to
hold her child. “Jon,” she tried to mutter through
her collapsing throat. The muscles pulsed hopelessly beneath his palms for
breath. She made a wet gurgling sound and her body convulsed under the strength
of his hands. Her eyes opened wide, and shook with the realization of her own
death. A breeze came through the open window, bringing with it the crisp cool
air of the early fall and the smell of burning wood. The room was lit by the
glowing of a small lamp on the nightstand. Jon placed his arm gently over his
wife’s body, and pulled her close to himself. “Soon it will just be us again,” Jon whispered.” © 2013 Once upon a time |
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Added on November 27, 2013 Last Updated on November 27, 2013 Tags: psychology, short story, morbid, dark, murder, adultery Author
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