The Door Slammed Shut, Never to Be Opened Again

The Priest finished off his last words, I tried to savor them know that after today I wanted to forget it each(prenominal) non because I didnt care, it was preferably the opposite actu completelyy Its just that I know it would be what she wanted. As much as I tried and begged she kept make full my mind, its impossible to throw something like this over your shoulder and geld the remnants of the past. The darkness of the day contrasted with the overwhelming sunshine and broken heat waves.It was all too much and now at least the worst break dance was over, I took my last and final peek to the beautiful hand forge woodwork, standard size, polished frame, finished with gold hinges and large metallic black buckles. The coffin stood. The walk back to the car was a rush of images and an overpowering sensation of memories driven into my mind like the intricate probosciswork on the arresting 1996 Rolls Royce that was driven by my chauffer, I couldnt think ab bill forward anythin g else solely that one awful night. That one night that changed my life.Forever. The car ride wasnt much better the same commotions pounding the walls of my weakened cranium. I located my hands at either temple and continually pressed harder and harder until it was ugly and the pictures in my liberty chit were drowning with the pressure of my unlawful grasp. I saw the chauffer glance once or twice back at me through his post view mirror notwithstanding that was not any where near a priority of mine. Innocent white blotches stained my face as root slowly brought colour back to my facade.I grabbed the cold shiny metal turn and much too roughly pushed it down to me set me free, all my body leapt out unwillingly as the ingress swung wide open uncontrollably, psychotherapeutic me into the pavements merciless lure. My head whipped the grey concrete slabs with an overwhelming impact that finished my senses and put me in a deep darkness. I awoke to find a spin ceiling fun unstably rocking back and forth above my head. I closed my eyes hoping to dissolve back into the safe hands of arkness where all my worries were beautifully decapitated and I with everything else was nothing But it was useless, once again she swamped my mind and my eyes watered. I see myself as a jolly happy and safe, we both standing there as a squad position-by-side. We were in Argentina and the beautiful Andes consumed most of my hazy image. She hugs me and I grinning and laugh, in her eyes were untainted lie with and looking into them I snarl that I wouldnt ever be lonesome, she made my petty pocket-size worries disappear and if only she was here now.I would tell her how much I love her My eyes opened and simultaneously a tear ran down the side of my face. I miss her and I cant help hardly think about her. It feels like its been years since her loving eyes stared straightaway into mine. I kept telling myself that I have to resist and fall apart my mind, but the more I tried t he more I survey of her. I slowly got off the couch and looked around, this was the first time Ive been back home since it happened. My partial-completed memory of the tragedy was over-whelming me it was like I was spinning in a never-ending vortex.I took three whole steps into the kitchen and let out a cry, they hadnt even cleaned up. I ran back and stopped at the foot of the staircase. I took my first step, step one I was worried. She swamped my head I was just just I cant but I needed to. I took it one step at a time and gradually I progressed up and up, until I reached the final step before the landing. And. I look around knowing that this last step will punish me, but I must but what if and I stopped myself knowing that no good can come of view too much. The memories were still tormenting my mind.I lift my trembling leg and placed it on the landing as if the floor was made out of paper I clenched the banister and lifted my other foot. I gave in and released my inviolate wei ght upon this drowsy mission I set myself not knowing what good can possibly occur. I turned my body to the remaining and saw the door ajar. This is where she used to work peacefully in the adjacent room, quietly and delicately, innocently and lovingly, she, and I. Side-by-side. I walked the length of the corridor. I couldnt puzzle out myself to do it. To go inside. I knew it would be difficult but.. ut.. No This was not supposed to be. I cant. I cant do it. to a greater extent pictures and short memories were free to roam around in my head. More tears flooded my face. I saw her beautiful face and I saw her I saw it all again exactly what I never wanted to see exactly what I was avoiding It was scarred into my head. I saw her innocent face lying in a family of her own blood in the middle of the kitchen. The image tormented me and follow me. I threw out my hand and grabbed the handle, I threw back my shoulder and The door slammed shut never to be opened again