Speak 3

"What ? Uhh.. tell me about-"
"Darren. If you really did it, i want you to tell me"
"No, listen-"
"So you didnt kill him?"
"Sophie, would you please just listen?-"
" I cant just sit around being calm and not knowing the truth its been- what about a week or more since he left? You tell me, Darren. How on earth would you feel, if one day you come back from work, eagerly to come home to tell a very happy news to your wife and suddenly found out she lay on the hall floor with her own blood trashing everywhere?! But i bet you didnt know how it feels like so i'll just burst it out now anyway." Sophie's pulse from the machine was alarming faster. " It was me, happily driving home to Aaron, just cant wait to tell him that i'm carrying our baby of two months and when i got back.."She couldnt continue.
"You were pregnant?! Sophie why didnt you tell me?"
"I wanted Aaron to know first, i thought it will be important to him than anyone else. Since he- well i didnt want anybody's sympathy so i kept it to myself" Sophie cried.
"You love your baby dont you?"
"What are you saying? Of course i - "
"Then why did you attempted a suicide?"
Sophie went blank for a moment, and in a blink realises what she has done.
"Call the doctor.. Now!"


Hell after hell arrives in Sophie's life. She lost her unborn baby. Worst of all this time, she's the murderer. Traumatised of her own act, she lost every human ability that she had left. Now she only can see and listen. Unable to speak anymore, she accept as it were her very own punishment set from above. Darren stayed with her, fed her every meal eventhough she didnt want to eat all. Sophie cries often, and Darren was always there to wipe them off her porcelain face and never once did he miss her tear. Day after day, Darren's guilt overlaps more and more. Sophie went back to her memories, the times with Aaron she had spared, the goodnights' she had wished to him, the breakfasts' that she made, the fake negative comments that Aaron made about her awesome cooking, the fussy phone calls Aaron received, every second of i love you's.

Breathing memories made Sophie cried herself to sleep.

to be continued