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The Love of Death
She was on the telephone, but
couldn’t remember who she was talking to. As soon as she hung up, her head
started hurting. She grabbed her temples with her middle finger and thumb,
started massaging them and sat down on the sofa. She thought it was the dry heat
until images began swirling in her mind.
She could see a car going off a
bridge toward what looked like a black body of water. Just as soon as the image
appeared, another took its place. She could see a woman’s body lying in a car
that was quickly filling with water. As if she were experiencing the woman’s
agony, she gasped and tried to draw in air; she couldn’t breathe.
The next thing she knew she was
being shook awake by Craig.
“Amber? Wake up. Amber?”
“Craig? What are you doing home
so early?”
“It’s five thirty, sweetheart. I
just got home.”
“Oh my gosh! I must have fallen
asleep. I had a nightmare; it was weird.”
She tried to shake off the eerie
feeling that something wasn’t right. The dream must have shaken her up more
than she thought.
“You can tell me all about it
later. Right now, you need to get ready to go to the party.”
She remembered that they were to
attend at party at their neighbors Patty and Walt’s house as a welcome to the
neighborhood. They just moved in two days prior and Amber was anxious to meet
some new friends.
“I’ll be ready in fifteen
minutes.”
She quickly got dressed, fixed
her makeup and hair and rushed downstairs.
“I’m ready,” she called out.
“And you look amazing. Those
spots on your chest are almost gone; you can’t even tell.”
“Spots?”
Amber didn’t know what he was
talking about. She thought maybe she had a rash earlier she didn’t notice and
he didn’t tell her. She was about to ask him, but he rushed her out the door
and across the lawn to Patty and Walt’s house. She didn’t know them yet and for
some reason, couldn’t wait to.
Everyone was gathered in the
backyard. It looked like the entire neighborhood attended and Amber was
astonished. She saw people that looked vaguely familiar, but knew hadn’t yet
met them. They had only been in the house for two days and the only once she
met was Priscilla. Just then, she spotted her and steered her husband toward
her.
“Priscilla, this is my husband
Craig.”
“We’ve already met. It’s nice to
see you again, Craig.”
“You two know each other?” Amber
asked.
“Yes, we ran into each other
yesterday when you were at the store. But I’ve known Prissy since my college
years. I couldn’t believe we ended up here with her.”
“You’ve never mentioned her.”
“I haven’t had a chance. Anyway,
Prissy, it’s wonderful to see you. The scar still hurt?”
“Not at all. Does your leg?”
“What leg? You mean my stump?” he
laughed.
Amber frowned because she didn’t
have any idea what they were talking about. Craig didn’t have a stump. Or did
he? Suddenly, she was confused. She looked at Craig and thought she was looking
at a total stranger. Something deep inside of her tried to tell her she didn’t
even know this man.
Priscilla turned her attention
back to Amber.
“Welcome to the neighborhood. You
know everyone here. Of course, you may not remember me. We haven’t seen each
other since we left our mother’s womb. It’s nice to finally meet my sister.”
Priscilla hugged her. Amber
looked around and saw people she hadn’t seen in a long time. Her Uncle Alex was
there. He died when she was only fifteen, but she could remember exactly what
he looked like and it was the same as he did ten years ago; like he hadn’t aged
a bit. She saw her childhood friend Cheryl, who died in car accident when she
was eighteen. Then there was Tony. He was standing near the pool with a glass
of iced tea in his hand. He still looked as handsome as he had when she was
seventeen and swooning all over him. She heard he had been in a head-on car
collision on his way home from a party.
She began to get dizzy and felt
as if she was listening to the conversation through a waterfall. Her ears were
clogged and her vision was becoming hazy. She shook her head, trying to clear
her eyes. She felt ill and needed to sit down. She looked around for a chair,
but it looked like there were two of everything and everyone.
“It’s happening,” Priscilla said,
nodding at Amber. “Let me get the others.”
“What…what’s going on?” Amber
slurred.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just go
with it.”
“I…Craig…”
Her legs became weak and just
before she fell to the ground, Craig caught her and put her on the chaise next
to the pool.
She was fighting desperately to
breathe. She could feel water filling her lungs; she struggled to get air. She
tried to break the window, but it was hopeless. She was trapped inside the car
and it was now completely full of black, murky water. The seatbelt wouldn’t
come off and she was wedged between the seat and the steering wheel of the car.
She tried pushing the steering wheel away, but it wouldn’t budge.
Panicking, she tried to wake up
from her dream; she had to be dreaming. What other explanation could there be.
She tried to fight her way back to sanity. Everything seemed to be happening in
slow motion. She banged her fist heavily against the window while life drained
out of her. Then she felt something being stuck to her chest and her entire
body heaving up and back down again.
Suddenly, she sat upright. She
looked around her and everyone was smiling. Things were crystal clear. She knew
she was right where she was supposed to be.
“I’m here,” she heard herself announce
as she grabbed her new husband’s hand. “Dying was horrible, but I think I’m
going to love death.”
