Chapter 1
I had it until it all fell apart...
I was married to a rich man, he was abusive, but he kept a roof over my head. I was working an amazing job until I got cancer. I was about to get full time until I collapsed at work and received the news from the doctors...
I had it all.
You'd think that I'm regretting all my decisions in life as of right now because I only have six months left and nobody by my side to care for me, but what can I do when I am bed ridden taking transfusions almost everyday, barely being able to go outside?
It all fell apart when I found out my husband was cheating on me with my best friend. You could tell that she was wearing my shoes, you could smell the same perfume, she was my other half. The one that had to have everything I had.
I'm dying anyways right?
"Hello Mrs. James can you maybe call your husband so that we can take the payment for your treatment, if not we have to discharge you from our hospital for the services."
"I am so sorry." I apologetically bowed my head and immediately started to call Henry. He didn't answer. Three calls and he still didn't answer. What do I do?
"I guess I'll have to be discharged." The nurse in front of me left to go get my belongings and I changed back into my clothing before stepping outside.
The air was so nice, crisp, but very clean. Not the smell of IV's and medicine. Not chemical smelling if I were to say the least. The trees around me were green and in full bloom, summer was the best. I haven't stepped outside of the hospital in so long...
Learning that you have a terminal illness and not having much to go off of was hard, and I lost all my motivation to do much else.
"Taxi!" I flagged down a driver and he pulled to the side as he parked, he came to my side to open the door.
"Thank you." I tucked my "hair" inside of my beanie more and he made a scoffing noise.
"It's not hard to tell you're sick and you should embrace the way you look," He sighed. "Take advantage of what you already have."
I smiled and nodded as I looked outside the window. My dad used to always say that. He always was by my side. My mother on the other hand was a deadbeat stripper who was killed inside of a bar for saying words she shouldn't have to a gang member. What else do I have? Not even a friend or a job, at this point... What is life to me?
"Where to ma'am?"
"913 Forest Trail Road please."
He started the car once again and drove off onto the windy road. The leaves blew in the wind as he skirted a bit. "Sorry for that, I'm taking advantage of my last day as a Taxi driver and I stepped a little too hard as you are my last customer of the day."
"It's only 12 pm," I looked into the rearview mirror into his eyes. "Why are you ending your shift so early?"
"I had to go pick up my daughter and she's ready to go home and start anew, so I'm going to grant her her wish."
"That's sweet of you." I looked on the dashboard for his name and there seemed to be none, but I didn't question it as it is his last day.
"Everyone can be sweet, but sour." I looked at him in question as he responded. "Not everybody is and was a good choice, but you can always make a different decision to pave a different path in life." As he said so, he took a hard right to go down a different road and I muttered that he was going the wrong way.
"I am not going the wrong way, I am going a different route." He smiled. "There is always many roads down to the same destination."
"So what are you doing today on your first day out?" I looked back at the mirror and shrugged.
"I need to see what my husband is up to first."
"You can do it without a person by your side, you always have."
I didn't know what he meant by that and got the creepiest vibes when he finished his sentence thinking he was some sort of stalker, but who would stalk a cancer patient?
The words replayed in my head from what Serenity said, "Don't ever leave my side because I'll be mad at you if you do; you're my other half." As she said those words, she was wearing my baby blue heels with the same Prada perfume my husband bought me four months and three days ago to be exact.
The route we had taken was actually very scenic and serene. I smiled and opened the window as the wind caught my nose and the smell of food was being cooked out at people's houses. The world was my oyster, I just wonder where it all went.
"Thank you for the ride sir." I paid him my last twenty dollar bill and headed for the lobby doors of the complex.
"Hold on ma'am." He ran back outside of the Taxi to hand me back my twenty dollars. "Think of it as an allowance from a family member."
"No it's okay!" I bowed down and handed him the twenty back.
"No ma'am, you are my last customer and I wanted to grant you your wish at a better life, take it, you need it more than I do." I smiled and nodded as I took the twenty back with tears in my eyes.
He turned back and got into the driver's side. Wait... There wasn't an identification label on his Taxi before how come there is now?
He waved his hand out of the window as he got farther away, a tear dropped down and I waved back. Time to go inside this apartment and see what's happening...
I walked up three flight of stairs and to tell you I'm in shape would be miscommunication, because here let me tell you; I am fit, but I am a hospital patient who is no longer in the hospital cause my bum ass husband could care less about it. I was just marriage material, not a wife he wanted. My best friend, Serenity? Oh yeah, to say the least, she's a hoe. But she is more pickable and likeable than I am. I've always had my nose crammed in my books and was always at the office working. What time did I have to be a wife? That wasn't my focus, my focus was to be able to bring bread to the table so that when we had kids we'd be able to be stable. It's not hard to know I'm not a pick me type of person.
As I reached the door, I checked if the padlock was fixed and nope no it wasn't but guess who's shoes were at the door? My same baby blue heels and that waft of a perfume sifted into my nostrils.
"You know she's dying anyways, what do we do after she dies?" I heard her giggle.
"We get married, take the premium into our account and never think about her again, that's what we do."
"And so you don't love me enough to at least pay the hospital bill or what?"
I saw Serenity jump out from under the covers and run towards the window. What's the window going to do besides help you escape? "Are you going to jump?"
"No why in the hell would I do that?"
"Why in the hell are you in bed with my husband wearing my favorite heels?"
She stood there in silence, looking at Henry for help. "You are dying anyways, and you're not a good wife either."
"You're living in my house, that my compensation for what I have left is paying, you couldn't even fix the damn padlock you son of a slut."
"Don't call my mother a slut."
"Where is she right now?"
"I don't know... At the bar?" He shrugged as he tousled his hair.
"Doing what? Sucking dick?" I laughed. "Get the hell out of my house." I started to throw anything I could see in sight at them.
Before I knew it though, my heart panged with pain and I took small minimal breaks, but kept at it. Henry made his way over and raised his hand at me before Serenity stopped him.
"I'm sorry Celestia, but you're going to die anyways," she sighed. "You only think about yourself and you don't think about what others can have when you're gone."
"Do you think you're immortal?" I landed a punch right in her nose and she winced. She feigned pain and this was miraculous of her because we've gotten into fights in the past where she tore a chunk of my hair out of my head, but I guess being with Henry made her more fragile. But what did he have to provide besides the stocks I saved. Not him. Me.
Henry shoved me as he had said "Haven't you had enough?"
I couldn't break my fall and as I kept falling, my life flashed before my eyes. The glass table behind me broke and I could feel the pain searing through the back of my head. It was wet... with blood. A husband, huh? More like a pimp to describe it in better words. More like a person who fucks anything that walks on two legs because nothing better could fill his time besides him filling someone else up. And that one person had to be my best friend.
"What do we do?" Serenity grabbed his arm as she stared at me laying on the floor lifeless. The pool of blood kept getting larger and tears were dripping down my eyes.
"We say that she fainted and she did it herself, cancer patients always faint, they're weak, but she has always been weak." Henry James, the husband of the year award goes to him--
Everything went black.
