It has now been a week, five days, and twenty hours.
I have started caring less, not for Tyler but for myself. As every day passes, I hate myself more and more; why did I do this to him, why did I have to go run after another man and turn him into a complete monster. He was always there, no matter how small or how bad. He believed in me no matter what I did, no matter where I went. He loved me more than I would really ever know.
Doctor Cane said I must meet him today to talk about Tyler's progress; there might just be some hope for this dire situation; maybe this time, I am the one that found a miracle.
So, it is with great anticipation, but most fear that I am waiting for Doctor Cane in Tyler's hospital room. As I see him walking up to me, it is hard to read his face; I don't know where this will go.
"Hi, Jenna."
"Hi, Doctor Cane."
"Please come sit down."
"What's wrong? Is it Tyler?"
I watch as he swallows real hard, a
The time is going by faster than I have been counting. It is crawling to two weeks at a rather alarming pace and yet, there is no improvement in Tyler at all. I beg Doctor Cane every day just to give it one more chance. We have been stealing chances and I fear the day that they are going to run out. I am not ready to give up on Tyler. I know that he is in there, he just needs to find his way back home. Each night, as silly as it may seem, I burn a candle hoping that it will help him find the light and step back into our world. Yes, the rambling thoughts of a woman that has almost no strength in her left. Yet, I need to be strong for our baby. I cannot give up on living and I cannot give up on hope. But giving up is a question that we have been talking about a lot lately. The thing is, that day when I found Tyler on the floor, I found his gun only but inches away from his body. The blood was so much that I could not see if he was should or mere
I cannot believe this is happening to me. Detective Fletcher is arresting me for what he believes is Tyler’s murder. Since when does a simple accident become murder. Yes, I can still not believe that he took his own life either. Nothing makes sense at the moment, and I know they want to lock me in a cell until it does. What Detective Fletcher fails to understand is that it is not going to happen. First of all, I am not leaving my husband alone while he is fighting for his life, and second, I am pregnant for. But even the most, is that I did not do it. I know the note does point in a different direction, but not even that direction is making sense. Why would Tyler want to take his own life when only, but before the accident, he was so excited that he was going to become a father. I understood that the demons in his head would not go away that easily, but to take your own life so suddenly, that is not Tyler. But, I think I need to take a moment and step back to
I think I can safely say that my secret is now out. Brooke has just burst through the interrogation room’s door and called for the interview to stop. I do not know who was more surprised by the move, Detective Fletcher or me. So if it is said that he is beyond furious, then that shall be a slight understatement. But, the best part is yet to come, “Are you charging her with anything, or can I take her home.” The next few seconds are the most agonizing that I shall ever experience in my life before. So it is in anticipation that I wait for Detective Fletcher to answer, “Yes, I am charging her with attempting murder.” I watch as Brooke’s face grows in shock while I can only but gasp. I, in a way, knew that he would not just not let me go like that. So now I am being charged with trying to Kill Tyler; my heart is shattered. I am being stuck in a cell for something that I did not do, and no, I cannot see him either. Why do I feel so helpless? When did I become so
I have a very frustrated Brooke sitting across from me, demanding answers. Well, she will only get so much from Detective Fletcher, and then there will be the amount that I am going to allow her to get. I do wish that this is not something I had to discuss when Tyler is not here to hear what happened, but I am not discussing this until I have seen Tyler. So with her wanting to nearly murder me, we make our way back over to the hospital. This could have been avoided if they just did not mind their own place and let me look after my husband. But trust some want-to-be rooky detective that is looking for his next big promotion to start something that was never a problem. Yes, I want to know why and what really happened to Tyler, but I did not do anything to my husband. I would never hurt Tyler. But now I need to explain to his sister every same thing… But something that needs to be explained to me is why they are not allowing me to go into his room. As we
Brooke has just heard the words that she has waited for to be spoken. To say that she is not slightly shocked would be a lie. So as she eagerly awaits for me to finish my story, I only but shake my head at her, “I want time alone with Tyler.” Much to her protest she finally gives in and leaves the room. Tyler looks so peaceful. He is going to be so devastated when he has to find out. He needs to understand that I had to keep it from him, I had to protect him. Even more, now that I know that Mark is out. I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together. "To my dear husband, I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I sh
Tyler had his eyes opened for what is only but a few seconds. With only but one word and breath left in him, he could only utter my name. He has now fallen back asleep and has not moved since. I don’t know how much he had heard of what was said, it breaks my heart that our marriage is falling apart over secrets that I should have never kept from him from the start. So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts. With that, I sit back into the chair and let her close her eyes to rest. The edginess inside me is killing me, so I take a nearby piece of paper and scribble down my thoughts. "I want to thank you for bringing so many pleasant, beautiful memories and emotions. For giving me so much affection, warmth, and care. For the lovely nights. For the minutes when I am near you. For your smile. For the kind words. For all the good that is between us. I realize how dear you are to me and that you are the person with whom I am ready to go through life with
My life feels as if it is spiraling out of control. There is no movement from Tyler whatsoever and there are times that I feel that I need to accept that it has come to the inevetible. Just when I thought that I had Tyler and we are happy together, the demons had to come creeping out the closet. I know that I still owe Brooke an answer, and yes, so am I going to owe Tyler. But there is something that I need to do before I can even get there. Yes, things are coming together in such a weird and crazy way, but by far not normal at all. Never did I think that this would have come to back to haunt me one day. But I love Tyler, and this is for him that I need to do this today. I cannot even go back to a time where I can remember not loving Tyler at all. Never though did I think it would lead up to it in such a difficult and trying way. I always knew that we were destined to be together no matter what secrets were hiding in my past. B
There has not been any movement from Tyler again. The Doctor is writing it off as a freak moment that his brain showed activity. I am wanting to believe is that I shocked him so bad that he does not want to come back to reality. Is this what our lives are going to come to? Apart from my battle with trying to get Tyler to come back home, I still have Brooke waiting around for answers. Detective Fletcher has also snuck his head in regularly keeping an eye on Tyler’s condition. My life is a mess. So I guess that life goes on. I would love to believe that I am doing fine, but my heart has now, in fact, seized to exist. I cannot bear the pain anymore. It has been suffocated to such a brink that it is only but lying like a dormant vessel in my body, one I can by all honesty say, I do not wish to revive. What has revived itself with a newfound urgency is the rate that the bleeding irises find themselves watering up with tears every day. I am trying t