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Beep beep beep
I hear annoying beep; someone turn off the beeping
I can't move
I ache all over.
I raise my eyes lids
My angel is holding my hands.
My beautiful angel
I try to move the hand she holding.
I jerk, she awakes
Christian, you're awake.
Cary! He's awake!
My angel my mom.
"What_Hap_pe_ned?"
"Christian you're were attacked by three men on the street. Elaine was behind it, she's dead her and Linc murder-suicide when the cops tried to arrest them. We know all about the thing she did to you. I'm sorry"
"Anna_Anna where?"
"The Girl who rescued you? She when back to Portland."
"Left?"
"Christian you've been in a coma for three months, baby"
Coma, it was all a dream. NO! NO! The kids! Anna! The births, graduation, wedding, mourning Anna passing; all just fiction, fantasy a dream
I cry, whimpering, racked with grieve. I had redemption in my dream. I was better than the monster.
I wake, its early morning, Mom is holding my hand, her eyes are red swollen. I stroke her hand. She looks up. I struggle to pull her hand to me. Slowly I pull her hand to my chest, tear cascade down her face. I see Dad behind her crying "Love you, love you"
19months later
I stand outside my car, a white Audi R8. Watching the students wander by staring. I in Ray Bans mirrored aviator, my Grey suit, white shirt. Sumter my CPO in his trade mark dark blue suit and dress steel toe sneakers. Taylor, my Irish setter-border collie mix lounge out the window. A dozen student try for my attention, wanting to pass number, female and boys. It's almost 4:30 in the afternoon. I see two coeds, dark hair, petite, 4.0, bookworms, roommates walking towards me. I Walk towards them, Taylor at my heel. Jeanie Mitchel, black hair daughter of Dr. Aria Mitchel CEO Human dynamic genetics. I stop in front of them push my Ray-Ban up to the top of my head. Recognition; I reach and take the hand of the brown hair beauty, the electric charge is there. I see it in her eyes. I pull her hand to my chest, my heart "Anastasia"
"Christian"
The end