Death Of Susan 2

   Thomas stood at the door staring at Zain and I, Zain had me wrapped around him, afraid of letting me fall.

   "I need her to stay here with you while I am gone"

Zain said, stepping aside and motioning me towards Thomas.

  Thomas nodded his head and helped me walk inside.

  "I will be back soon enough"

Zain said and closed the door.

  Thomas helped me to the couch and left. I sighed and sat down on the couch. 

  My face was sticky with tears and I had no strength to wipe my face clean.

  The only person in the world who could help me right now is my best friend but we are not best friends anymore.

   My shoulders were stiff and I tried relaxing them.

  The images of Susan appeared in my front glaring at me more like accusing me. I shuddered and shook my head to and fro, trying to shake off the image of her.

  I have not done anything wrong, is she not supposed to be sad for leaving us rather she is glaring at me like I am the cause of her death.

    By the time I opened my eyes, I did not see anyone. I could swear it is my imagination.

    "You know mom loves you so much like the last born you are but it doesn't me I will not beat you silly if I get the chance"

I heard in the distance.

  It was a taunting voice of Susan, I don't know if I was remembering or it's sounding somewhere around me.

  We both had memories, good and bad where the bad ones are greater, regardless, I loved her no less.

  She is the only sister I have and now, she is gone, I have got no other sister.

   "Why do you have to go."

I whispered, afraid of my own voice.

"Here"

I heard and I buried my face afraid of seeing her angry face.

  "Jenny!"

I listened and realized that it's Thomas's voice.

  I lifted my face up and found him staring at me with a mug pushed to my front.

  My nostrils refused to work so I could not tell what is in the mug, I could only see the steam.

  Thomas sat down and gently pushed the mug into my hand and smiled, reassuring to me.

  "Drink first and tell me what is going on"

I nodded and stared at the thick brown substance inside the mug.

  My hands shook and I saw the content spilling on my pajamas yet I did nothing only to stare hazily at it.

  "Shit Jenny, snap out of it!"

  His voice sounded in the distance as I losed consciousness and embraced darkness.

Zain's point of view….

   I can't pinpoint my emotions right now. Dr Emmanuel can't call me twenty minutes after left to tell me Susan is dead.

  Someone I saw sleeping soundly when I left the hospital.

   I sat inside the car not sure if I really wanted to go to the hospital.

  I hate her for what she did but death is the last thing I will wish for her.

   We did not have the best of married life but I loved her. I wanted our marriage to work.

   Who the hell did she leave our baby for? Yes I am going to make Jenny mine after divorcing Susan.

  I had planned for Claire to be with her if she wants but now, can Jenny do it? She is going back to school soon and I can't trade her future for anything.

  "Susan why? You don't have to do this to us. What about your mom, Jenny, Claire?"

  My heart was breaking into pieces. I know I am a man but I feel like screaming, kicking and bashing at anything.

  Screw those that said men can't cry. My heart was in pain of losing a loved one and being a man is the last thing I would want to do.

  I wept for the first time in my life. I am not crying because she is dead, I am crying because a beautiful life was ahead of her but she could not live beyond the life she has lived.

   "It's all my fault, if she had not given birth to Claire, she would not have died"

   Taking the blame was not going to raise her back to life, I will just accept she is gone and for good.

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