I didn't want to be there I wanted to be home safely in my husbands arms but I couldn't let my eyes leave what happened in front of me. It was a Saturday afternoon 12:00pm, the time when my husband and I went for a run in the park. That day I couldn't run with him because I had to finish up some bills. He said he would be back by 2:30 ish. I said goodbye for the very last time that day. I should have gone with him but I didn't know any better and stayed behind at the house.
It was 5:00pm and a tingly feeling of dread flushed over my body. I looked up at the digital clock and screamed once I saw what time it was. I got out of the old swingy chair and crashed into the desk sending papers flying in all directions. I didn't care, my husband was out there probably dying or hurt and I had to help him. I scrambled threw all of the papers searching franticly for my phone. I found it grabbed my purse and burst through my front door following the normal path we took to go running on.
They had got there before me and by the time I had found him it was to late. They were already wrapping him in a fresh white towel. 'Nooo" I screamed! This couldent be real. But it was,my dead husband was sprawled across the pavemt lying in a pile of blood. And the police were already trying to get rid of him as fast as they could. I sat down next to him cradiling him and whisperidn soflty into his ear and kissing him on his cheeks,forehead,and lips.
United States • 20 years old