Heartbeat

Your neighbors are outside talking and their children are playing. You are standing at the front porch in your favorite jeans and a muscle shirt. You start walking towards the street as you hear sirens getting closer. COPS, lots of them, your heart drops to your stomach as all of them pull up to your house with their lights flashing around the whole neighborhood. Is there something wrong? Suddenly the Chaplain parks. The look on their face, you don’t even want to ask what happened. The Chaplain starts walking up to you in his black suite. It feels like your heart stops. You fall to your knees. At first you could only imagine what was going on but now you’re crying because you know what’s coming next. The Chaplain walks right past you, rings your doorbell, and waits for someone to open up. You stand and approach the Chaplain, “What’s Wrong, what’s going on??” you say but no response, it’s as if he can’t hear you. Your wife comes out, her best friend just behind her. She’s wearing your favorite purple dress with the matching flip-flops and earrings. You can see it in her face, a look of grief a look of pain as the Chaplain whispers something in her ear. She falls to the ground, crying uncontrollably, her black eyeliner running down her cheeks. You’re screaming trying to find out what has happened. Her best friend is on the ground hugging her trying to calm her down. You look around and finally realize what’s wrong, why nobody answers you, why nobody even seems to notice you, as she screams your name asking why, how could it happen to you?