“She can’t die! Not like this. Rosia, Please wake up!”

Albert is being noisy as usual. Why is he crying so loudly anyway? He never cared about me. He must be doing this for show. I would love to die without hearing his nonsense.

“Sir, please leave the room! We need to stabilize her condition and we can’t with you here!”

So that’s what he’s doing. He’s stalling so I’ll die. You really are a piece of work Albert. Even when I’m dying you’re scheming to make things go in your favor. I guess you won in the end.

“We’re losing her! Quickly go get…”

Their voices began to get fainter and fainter as my vision blurred. I could hear a nurse in my ear telling me to hold on and push through. In between the ringing of my ears and muffled shouts of the doctor I could hear her clearly. She felt like an angel giving me comfort in the midst of my final moments. 

“You have so much to live for.” she continued, “You have a mother scared to death waiting for you, a brother bawling his eyes out, and a husband going hysterical. All for you.”

I could’ve done without the husband part. 

Honestly, In my final moments why must, I have to hear about him? This is all his fault anyway.

My superman of a husband Albert Pointer is every woman’s dream. He is tall, athletic, gorgeous, and wealthy. When I first met him at a party in Chicago he took my breath away. His friend was hosting the party and I was just a guest dragged along by his girlfriend. It was on a private yacht and to be honest I was nervous the entire time. Everyone on the boat except me was rich heirs. 

Most of them could tell straight away that I wasn’t like them. My clothing gave it away. While my friend was more concerned with shooing off women surrounding her man I  was left at the bar alone. That’s when Albert approached me. He didn’t look at me with annoyance like the other party-goers did. In fact, he engaged in normal conversation with me void of talk of riches. I gave him my number and after a few months, we began dating. Then, after a year, we got married.

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Things were perfect at first. I felt like he really loved me. But he began to change. He came home less and less. His smile that I had loved so much was never on his face when he looked at me. He started to look at me the same way the guests did that night we met on the yacht.

“Nothings stopping the bleeding!”

I found out he was cheating this morning. I had a hunch but I wanted to find out if it wasn’t just my bitterness of being lonely. He left his phone on the dresser while he was showering and an unknown number called. I answered and the voice on the other end greeted me cheerfully “Hey baby! I miss you so much. Are you still coming over to-”. Before I could say a word she stopped herself, hanging up. My suspicions were true. I checked his texts and the number was there. There were pictures, videos, expressions of love; all there. I even read expressions of hate, towards me. 

I could hear cries as the sound of a flatline rang out in the room. I closed my eyes. It sucks to die with a broken heart.

Wait. 

Wouldn’t it flatline after I was already dead? But I’m alive right now. 

I sprung up frightening the nurses around me. The doctor jumped back shocked. I looked over at the electrocardiogram and it indeed had a flatline across it. It must be broken. The doctor must’ve thought the same because he had a nurse bring another. It did the same.

Then another...

And another. 

Four machines had done the same thing. They can’t all be broken! The doctor suddenly put his fingers on my throat. The color drained from his face. He whispered something to a nurse and she checked my wrist. She looked shocked and backed away from me. 

What’s going on?

The doctor grabbed his stethoscope and checked my heartbeat. He took it down from his ears and told all of the nurses except for the one that checked my wrist to leave the room. I looked at them both confused. He cleared his throat before meeting my gaze.

“Miss Williams,” he said nervously “please remain calm. We need to do an ultrasound and do some bloodwork on you.”

“What’s going on?” I asked, “Are all of the machines you have broken? What kind of hospital is this?”

“Miss Williams.” He replied “How are you able to move right now? What happened to your wounds?”

I paused before looking at my body. I had been in a terrible motorcycle accident not even an hour ago. I was upset by what I found out and took the bike Albert had gifted me for our anniversary for a ride. My mind was so distracted I was almost hit by a truck and tried to avoid it. But I ended up losing control of my bike as a result. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with electricity shooting through my body. However, right now I look as if nothing had ever happened. How is this possible?

“Doctor,” I said shaking “Please tell me you all had some miracle healing operation? O-or maybe one of you is a witch? How?”

“I don’t know.” he said still reeling in shock “But...I can’t hear a heartbeat. Neither of us could feel a pulse either. You definitely had both earlier. How can you still be alive when your body is dead?”

His words sent my mind onto a rollercoaster of confusion. There’s no way I could be alive right now. No heartbeat, no pulse, yet completely healed. What is this? Is this a gift from God? Is he telling me to live? What a terrible gift! How can I live with a body that’s dead?!