remains quiet.
I try again, “Did something happen with Shawn?”
She holds her tongue, but her facial reaction to my question betrays her vow of silence. Something did happen and it evidently wasn’t good.
She clearly doesn’t feel like talking , so I don’t push my line of questioning any further. Instead, I pull her in closer and shut my eyes. I’ll sleep now. It feels like forever since I rested and now is a prime opportunity. I can sleep now and catch up with Shawn later to solve this overhanging mystery.
Emma has no intention of doing likewise though. Despite the fact my eyes aren’t open, I can sense that hers are. I can hear her blinking in the overwhelming quietness of the house.
I can’t pass up this opportunity to get a bit of shut eye, so I decide to be selfish and leave her to figure out what she wants to tell me and when. There will be plenty of time now we’re all back together again.
I drift off to sleep to the sound of her heartbeat drumming a lullaby.
5
I wake up to the sound of a loud boom. It takes a second to remember my surroundings. Night time hasn’t quite fallen but it’s late enough.
There it is again, boom, boom, boom. The earth itself shudders with each frightening decibel.
Emma is sitting upright in the bed. Frozen in place and listening hard.
“What is that?” she asks panicky, detecting that I’ve woken.
“I’m not sure. Sounds like explosions,” I whisper as quietly as I can and stating the obvious.
Whatever it is, i t certainly sounds like trouble.
“Everybody out, everybody get the fuck out of the house,” comes the roar of Shawn’s voice from elsewhere in the house.
He means business , so without a moment’s hesitation I’m man handling Emma out of the bed and forcing her towards the bedroom door.
We never make it however as another deafening boom bellows from right outside the house . A cascading force rips the outside wall and bedroom window asunder.
I’m sent flying forward by the blast , and banging into Emma I take her with me.
I must have lost consciousness briefly because now I’m in a heap on the floor, surrounded by debris. The side of the room where the bed was has practically been annihilated.
As I’m lying here, my lungs struggle to fill themselves. My ears are ringing, meaning I can’t quite make out what Emma, who is now kneeling over me, is saying.
She has several gashes on her face and body , but seems ok otherwise. I’m guessing my body must have shielded her from the worst of the blast.
Our eyes form an un breakable connection, that is, until I lose focus and everything starts going blurry.
I don ’t need proper hearing to know she’s hysterical. I suppose why she wouldn’t be. My battered body must be a grim sight. I can tell there are countless internal and external injuries.
The pain riddling my body means I’m dying.
I’m dying. Who could have imagined I’d go out like this?
Strangely I’m not anxious. What’s the point, it won’t change anything. I’m strangely accepting of my fate. I never would have thought I’d be so composed, me of all people.
What the hell happened anyhow? Was it a gas explosion? No there was more to it than that. An attack of some sort?
My gasps for air are getting slower and shorter. My body is twitchy from misfiring nerves. My times nearly up.
Why did I take our time together for granted? God fucking damn it !
No point in being selfish now. I manage to muster up what I’m sure is a feeble looking smile. I try to speak but I’m unable. My eyes are getting heavy and my vision is starting to fade.
I lip th e words, “Thank you”, to her.
It would be unfair to burden her with the words, “I love you ,” despite the fact that I’m madly in love with her.
Before my eyes close I blurrily see Shawn over her shoulder, barging into the room.
Good he’s safe too. What weren’t you guys telling me? What happened with you?
He knows I ’m done for. It’s
I try again, “Did something happen with Shawn?”
She holds her tongue, but her facial reaction to my question betrays her vow of silence. Something did happen and it evidently wasn’t good.
She clearly doesn’t feel like talking , so I don’t push my line of questioning any further. Instead, I pull her in closer and shut my eyes. I’ll sleep now. It feels like forever since I rested and now is a prime opportunity. I can sleep now and catch up with Shawn later to solve this overhanging mystery.
Emma has no intention of doing likewise though. Despite the fact my eyes aren’t open, I can sense that hers are. I can hear her blinking in the overwhelming quietness of the house.
I can’t pass up this opportunity to get a bit of shut eye, so I decide to be selfish and leave her to figure out what she wants to tell me and when. There will be plenty of time now we’re all back together again.
I drift off to sleep to the sound of her heartbeat drumming a lullaby.
5
I wake up to the sound of a loud boom. It takes a second to remember my surroundings. Night time hasn’t quite fallen but it’s late enough.
There it is again, boom, boom, boom. The earth itself shudders with each frightening decibel.
Emma is sitting upright in the bed. Frozen in place and listening hard.
“What is that?” she asks panicky, detecting that I’ve woken.
“I’m not sure. Sounds like explosions,” I whisper as quietly as I can and stating the obvious.
Whatever it is, i t certainly sounds like trouble.
“Everybody out, everybody get the fuck out of the house,” comes the roar of Shawn’s voice from elsewhere in the house.
He means business , so without a moment’s hesitation I’m man handling Emma out of the bed and forcing her towards the bedroom door.
We never make it however as another deafening boom bellows from right outside the house . A cascading force rips the outside wall and bedroom window asunder.
I’m sent flying forward by the blast , and banging into Emma I take her with me.
I must have lost consciousness briefly because now I’m in a heap on the floor, surrounded by debris. The side of the room where the bed was has practically been annihilated.
As I’m lying here, my lungs struggle to fill themselves. My ears are ringing, meaning I can’t quite make out what Emma, who is now kneeling over me, is saying.
She has several gashes on her face and body , but seems ok otherwise. I’m guessing my body must have shielded her from the worst of the blast.
Our eyes form an un breakable connection, that is, until I lose focus and everything starts going blurry.
I don ’t need proper hearing to know she’s hysterical. I suppose why she wouldn’t be. My battered body must be a grim sight. I can tell there are countless internal and external injuries.
The pain riddling my body means I’m dying.
I’m dying. Who could have imagined I’d go out like this?
Strangely I’m not anxious. What’s the point, it won’t change anything. I’m strangely accepting of my fate. I never would have thought I’d be so composed, me of all people.
What the hell happened anyhow? Was it a gas explosion? No there was more to it than that. An attack of some sort?
My gasps for air are getting slower and shorter. My body is twitchy from misfiring nerves. My times nearly up.
Why did I take our time together for granted? God fucking damn it !
No point in being selfish now. I manage to muster up what I’m sure is a feeble looking smile. I try to speak but I’m unable. My eyes are getting heavy and my vision is starting to fade.
I lip th e words, “Thank you”, to her.
It would be unfair to burden her with the words, “I love you ,” despite the fact that I’m madly in love with her.
Before my eyes close I blurrily see Shawn over her shoulder, barging into the room.
Good he’s safe too. What weren’t you guys telling me? What happened with you?
He knows I ’m done for. It’s
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