Gone

            I feel my breath slipping from my grasp. I try to catch my breath and gain control but it is a to late. Life is rushing out of me and trying to hold it in would be as if I tried to grab hold of flowing water. A feeling of cold enveloped me, wrapping itself around my body and trickling into my arms. Suddenly, a piece of warmth clings to me. The warmth is my husband and for an instance I am comforted. He immediately places his hands over the spot where the cold entered. He cried for me, shouted my name, and called for help. I lift my arm to hold to his, the feel of him brought a flash of images. The first was me, much younger with him at my side. We are holding hands and laughing, it was the first week we were together. Then him kneeling smiling so brightly. Myself running down the aisle a perfect white dress flowing as we ran hand in hand.

            Then the time line went askew we were on our first date, I held a child, a beautiful baby girl. Tabitha. My baby. My life was flashing before my eyes while I could still see him. He knelt crying holding me so close, looking up at a door praying for help to response to his call. James. I whispered his name so softly I was not sure if I had even spoken it or if it was only a mere thought. Then he looked at me with his baby blue eyes, our child’s eyes and he said I was going to be fine. I could only nod and then he kissed me softly, his hand still on my bleeding wound. He placed his other hand in my hair, my light blonde locks tangled in his fingers. He sobbed quickly as he realized that my hair was stained red, he rocked me back and forth. 

            He whispered that I was going to be fine again; he lifted up to his knees and sounded for help again praying someone would be on the outside of his open door. The alarm for the house beeped continuously, but slowly grew more silent with ever passing second. I became less and less aware of his presence holding onto my side, and his eyes on my face. Now, all I could focus on was the cold creeping into every crevice of my body, coiling into every nerve, my body was numb. I felt a patting, and the heat of breath on my face but I could not do anything to response. My vision blurred and became darker and darker as if the sun was setting at a rapid pace. He tried to look at my chocolate eyes but all I could do was close them, hide them away from the world. I leaned my head back and I knew my chest was not functioning since the one last sensation was the feeling of a stabbing pain. Then I fell into a sleep. My heart was not working; my veins felt empty, my feelings failed me, I was gone.