This was the third time this week that she had woken up with the tang of blood filling her mouth.
She knew she was dying; the illness was shutting her down in an ever so slow, and painful way. Her husband didn’t know though. Neither did their kids. She just let them assume all she had was a cold; one in which coughing was just a normal symptom. She was just scared of how they would react when she didn’t wake up one day…
She heaved a great sigh as she pushed herself off and onto her feet, the chill coming from the bedroom’s open window causing her to lose her warmth almost immediately. Looking back, she felt hot tears rise to her eyes as she saw the pool of blood seeping into the white sheets. She strode quickly across the hall to the bathroom, where she saw scarlet lips and pale skin. She gasped. She looked even worse than yesterday; her skin more pale, her eyes more hollow; it was hard to cover it up all the time.
Taking a swig of water from the glass on the counter, she spat into the sink, pink swirling down into the drain. At least the taste was gone. She reached up into the medicine cabinet, and grabbed the jar she didn’t allow Nefario to see. Taking out a soft pill and placing onto the back of her tongue, she swallowed the bitter taste of rather disgusting medicine and sealed the jar, putting it back. “Just one more day…,” she murmured, staring at her gaunt reflection in the mirror. “Then it’ll all be over.”
The day was quite normal; her husband didn’t question the blood on the sheets, like she told him, and changed them as soon as he got up. She even cooked breakfast; something she hadn’t done in a long time due to work and secret hospitalization, and found to be enjoying herself as she and her family ate pancakes in the sunlit kitchen. She spent hours with the kids; Gil showing her his new project and receiving help from her, and Eve tugging her every which-way to draw, play, or partake in tea parties. Nefario on the other hand, had work to do, and she spent the last two hours of the day with him; he would go to bed an hour before her time was up.
“You shouldn’t work so much,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder. She had tucked the children in a few hours ago, and she wanted this horror to be over as soon as possible. She smiled as Nefario chuckle, lying down his pencil, and shifting so he could face her. “Sorry love,” he said, his fingers running through her hair. “I jus’ can’t let this one go!” He chuckled, but frowned, seeing the sudden sorrow in his wife’s eyes. “Is everything OK darlin’?,” he asked, tilting his head in worry. Chrissy smiled. “No… I just wish you’d sleep more than you work.” Her eyes flickered towards the clock. Just one more hour…
“Alrigh’, alrigh’. Yeh got me. I’ll go to bed.” And leaving it at that, he had done so, falling asleep within minutes. The clock stuck 2 in the morning, and she sat up, changing into the white gown she had worn to her first date with the man she loved, and she let her hair down from the braid it was in, and ran her fingers through it. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed. “I love you Nefario,” she whispered, laying a note carefully on the bedside-table and kissing her husband’s forehead. She walked towards each of her child’s rooms, and said her little goodbyes. And then; she left. The door closed behind her ever so softly, and she walked out into the pouring rain, thunder sounding overhead and lightning sparking in the low clouds. But she ignored it, and just started running.
She soon got to the pier; the one place she felt most at home, and dove in. The water was piercing cold, yet she stayed under. Pressure built up quickly on her chest, and she smiled as she felt darkness spike her vision. She didn’t know how long it had been since she left, but the clouds had parted overhead to reveal an early sun. Maybe she was imagining it, but she could have sworn she heard the yelling of him in the distance.
Then everything went black.