Thoughts of a Dying Personality

I awoke to find myself in complete darkness lying, aching in excruciating pain. I was scared and cold. Where am I? I missed my children, my husband, my family, and surprisingly even Ms. Agnes, my annoying neighbor. I have been gone for I think about six days. All I could do was cry that is until I heard the familiar voice of my kidnapper.

“Shut up!” He kicked me in the face… I blacked out.

When I regained consciousness, I just laid there on the cold stone floor, coming to reality with the fact that I would never see my loved ones again. It was in a way amusing, only thirty-one years of life and I would die at the hands of some prick that had nothing better to do with his life but kidnap the homemaker of a pediatrician. I sat up on my knees, crawled to the nearest wall visible from the crack in the window, and stood on my feet. I looked around the cage in despair, my throat started to feel tight, then tears started to form in my eyes. This is not fair. This should not have happened to me. I do not understand. I shook my head in disbelief. “This is not happening!” I then I started to shake frantically, I could not help it, I collapsed.

“… won the cheerleading championship this past weekend. They had a big sleepover and she got gum in her hair.” I realized the voice. It was John, my husband. I wanted to see him, hug him, kiss him but could not move, nor could I see. He continued to talk; I could feel his breath and know that he had pizza earlier. I smiled inside, because at least I knew I was safe. Then he stopped talking; I could feel that he was staring down at me worried, afraid of losing me. He erected my body and embraced me tightly.

“I am so sorry. I never would’ve done it, had I known.” I felt his tears upon my neck. He continued. “ You just kept changing, one day you’d cook pancakes and take Charlie to soccer practice, next thing you know you were acting like some annoying kid, I couldn’t take no more when you were going into your rages. I did it for our children…for you.” I did not know what was going on… Changing??? Rages??? I was confused and scared; I again, started to shake, as if I were having a seizure.

I awoke to find a huge dark black man with his hands around my neck. I struggled to get him off me kicking, attempting to scream. All of a sudden, I noticed a figure above my head, I grabbed it expressing my need for help, and then I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The figure had stabbed me. I lay there helplessly only to see Ms. Agnes, my neighbor, with the black man. All I could do was lay there and die for reasons unknown. Then he stepped on me as if to drive the knife deeper into my chest and said “This is our body, BITCH!”