Love that is burdened

It was dark and cold. I had only realized that time was still.
The moments of fear and sheer cold were transpiring to the only thing that had come to be. It was fall. The leaves have just fallen, and the sky was as clear as day. I had just finished doing laundry and suddenly I felt this presence. A cold breeze that felt like a thousand needles stabbing your skin. I didn't know what had caused this sudden breeze. Was it because I had murdered my wife? It felt like a lifetime had passed since that day happend.

We were in love and we were at the peak of our relationship. I couldn't stop thinking about her smell, her looks, her smile, and her gorgeous hazel eyes. It happend so fast that by the time her blood was on my hands, I thought I was hallucinating. It was if days were hours and hours were minutes. I couldn't believe my wicked sense. My wicked heart had just transpired these turn of events. Everyday felt like a heartache, nights of depression, and nights of loneliness. The blood stains on my sheets reminded me of her. The picture frames in the living room of us and her perfume she wore were out in the open. I had enough. I had lost sense of patience and this routine of madness. I threw all the pictures and her perfume away, and I burned my bed sheets. My curtains were closed, and I didn't want to see the light of day. The next day, I decided to walk at the park. Everyone outside was happy. They were walking in couples, holding hands, and laughing. It made me angry inside. I wondered why do they all have someone by their side. Why not be a single soul of eruption?

As I continued to walk, suddenly the ground shook but no one seemed to noticed. As if I was the only witness of anything at all. I felt pressure elevating my lungs. I felt it before but I thought it was a dream. I couldn't breath. I started panicking and seconds later I heard a voice. It uttered "My love who killed me with his bare hands. How I miss you and long for your death". The voice sounded like my wife I thought. My wife's name was Morgan. She was always blunt to the point but never have I realized she could be capable of an afterlife. Morgan uttered again"My love, your soul is pitch black, and when your life is passed away, you will rot in the pits of darkness. Everyday you will wish your brain and heart were gauged out and your life taken away from you. However, that wish will never come, as you will suffer for eternity."When Morgan spoke of this, I was afraid but also angry. I ran off. My feet were splashing against the ground since it rained that day. I came home and just closed my eyes hoping this was all a nightmare.

The alarm went off. Friday morning had came. I remembered what happend but didn't think twice about it and just went on with my day. I walked to my car. I put the keys in my ignition and that is when it all happened. That is when I expierenced pain and fear. My spirit died inside or so I thought?

The car was running but it didn't move. I started hearing screams from all directions. I thought someone was getting hurt but no one was outside. The screams were getting louder and louder until my windshield started to appear bloody. There was blood flowing down my winshield, and I started to smell ash and burning sulfur. Then everything blacked out. I woke up but didn't see anything. I can only smell the burning sulfur and hear thousands of screams. I started feeling hot. I started sweating and next thing I knew I was in chains that pierced through my skin. I lit out a loud shout and it only got worsed.

There was these burning sensations all over my body. My tongue felt like someone was trying to pull it out of my mouth. My eyes felt like they were being crushed by a hot iron. My legs felt like they were being sawed off by a saw, over and over again. I still couldn't see. I could only feel the agonizing pain and it was so much that I didn't know how to think anymore. I started crying. Tears started to flow down my face and my heart felt broken. I then felt empty. I didn't how long I was in that place. I never slept, and I never saw light. I only continued to expierence pain and just wanted die. Then it occurred to me, my dead wife that foretold of my suffering was already happening. I couldn't believe I was in this pit of refrain. I yelled out" Morgan, How long must I suffer? I murdered you but I don't remember why?You were the love of my life! You meant everything to me! So, how did I get there? Why did I kill you?

Then everything stopped, the pain stopped. I started to hear clicks and than my ears poped, and I woke up in a room. I was in a hospital like cell. I saw this letter written on the bed and it was from Morgan, it said "Henry, if you are reading this, I am no longer with you, but I just want to tell you that I hope you live your life to the fullest and be happy. I want you to be happy. Don't feel alone. Our daughter needs you who loves you more than anything in the world. I only wish I could have spent more time with you. I wish I could have kissed you one last time and say I love you. I may be gone but Henry I will love you forever. Henry, please don't blame yourself for my passing. it was only a matter of time before this cancer got me.

Henry, you will always be my soulmate. I hope you find someone who will love you unconditionally and my daughter as well. I am glad that I was able to live this wonderful life knowing you. You stole my heart when we were little kids. We were just rugrats then and yet I knew you were the one. Keep your promise to me. You told me, "I promise I will never let you forget how much I love you". As long as you never forget me, you will continue to do great things. Show our daughter our promise. Its not the end by a long shot.
Love,
your beloved wife Morgan always.

I finished reading the letter and I remembered everything. I was in a mental hospital after my mental outbreak of losing my wife. I remembered my daughter who's name was Kelly. She is my small beautiful little girl and she has big wide eyes like her mother. My heart felt warm, and I just fell face down on my kness and just weeped cheers for joy. I still had something left in the world from my wife.

A couple of months later, they let me out of the facility since I started acting reasonable and the doctors came to the conclusion that I had regained my sanity. I visited my mother where my daughter was being kept. I was nervous but excited. I ringed the doorbell and there she was. Those big wide hazel eyes and that wonderful smile. She came running to me and hugged me.

She yelled "Daddy I missed you so much, I have so much to tell you about school." My daughter was taller than I remember. I must have been in that instituion for years but I was glad I was able to get out and see my only love thats left in this world. My now 10 year old daughter who was left by Morgan before her passing. I promise Morgan, I won't ever forget our promise again. I'll continue living for us, and I'll make you and our daughter proud.

Reviews

[Meeks]

"it felt like like you were born" - You don't need the extra like.

"her perfume she wore that still wwas enclosed in the cabinets" - Besides the misspelling, this is worded in an odd way. Try "she wore was still enclosed

"I heard a voice, it uttered" - Actually I would get rid of the "it uttered", and put "the voice uttered." at the end of whatever it actually uttered.

Also, when you later speak about the voice, you start calling it a very not-terrifying term of "shelly". This breaks the atmosphere you've created before. Either continue calling it the voice after each word Shelly speaks, or change the name to something Victorian.

"I was afraid but angry again. " - Cmon. You're a writer, not a little middle schooler doing a homework assignment. Show, don't tell. I don't want to know the guy was afraid and angry, I want to see his immediate reaction and figure out myself that he is scared and angry.

"hoping this was all a nightmare. " - again. Show him trying to pinch himself or splashing water on his face or something.

"The alarm went off, it was Friday morning, I remembered..." - Several things about this and the sentence that follows it.
This is definately a run on sentence. Dude, in a scene like this periods are crucial. Yes, crucial. Every reader subconscously breaths whenever their eyes touch a period, so if you add to many periods, presto! They're panting. This helps get the reader into the mood of terror, or horror, or action, or whatever else is happening. Same thing, you can make sentences longer and make the reader hold their breath.
Also, you don't need the Friday thing. Too many details, the reader won't hold on to it, so its just making the sentence longer and more confusing.

"running but it didn!t move" - check punctuation.
"getting hurt, but.no one was" - check punctuation


Overall, I like the effect. I think you might benifit from chopping up some of the sentences, but I enjoy where this is going.