Reality of Life and Death

by Tee Talbert


I had everything I wanted. The greatest fiancé on this planet and a baby on the way. My family was the black sheep of my life but I loved them regardless. I have been on this earth for twenty-three years and that's how long it took me to realize that sometimes life isn't always what it seems to be. It was as if reality had slapped me in the face making me see what's true and what's not.

The sun rose slowly and strongly over the horizon. I had been sitting and waiting for it to appear. The long day ahead stretched in front of me. I knew that this would change my life. After all, it was my wedding day. I was finally going to be with the man I love and I would finally let him know our dreams came true; I'm pregnant. I looked at my door to see a wedding dress I was deeply in-love with; my wedding dress. The bust was filled with sequence and the bottom filled with two layers: one of silk and one of lace.

I got out of bed and began getting dressed as I waited for my psychotic mother to tell me I was doing it all wrong. Hours flew by quickly and before I knew it, I was taking my stance behind two large brown doors. My nervousness had already taken over me but I knew the love I have for this can defeat my nervousness any day.

"Are you ready?" my dad asked but I only could've nodded. The doors of my new life opened and I began walking down the aisle. I looked up at my soon-to-be-husband and our eyes met. Every reason as to why I was walking down this aisle flashed in my mind. I looked to my right where my sister sat. We knew she was sick and shouldn't be out of the mental institution that we placed her in but, I wanted her to be here for me, with me, today.

I turned to face my soon-to-be-husband with my happiness overloading. If i knew that for one second, at any time of the day my happiness could burn to worthless ashes; I would've been careful to not play around fire. The sound of a gun firing knocked out my happiness with ease and filled my body with worry and fear.

I stared at the lifeless body of my now ex-fiance; I was frozen. I took a hundred and eighty degrees turn and stared at my sister. Her hands trembling with the gun between them and her eyes glistened with tears. My body was cold as if I was the one that was shot. So, I did the best thing I could've thought about at the time; I ran. I ran back down the aisle, caught a ride and disappeared. I disappeared from the city my happiness no longer exist.

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