Life After Death

Mya

I feel nothing.

Watching them both stammer and stutter is epically underwhelming.

My best friend and my fiance.

Edit that, an acquaintance and my mistake.

You see after a series of convoluted events, this ill bred scoundrel confessed to having slept with my best friend several times.

She denied it of course.

Despite the monumental tragedy of it all, I was proud of her.

The One That Got Away was of the opinion that tricking both of them to a meeting for the sole purpose of a confrontation was not a good idea.

But I needed closure.

The “he said, she said” narrative was causing me cognitive dissonance. I needed to hear the truth from both of them.

Right now they were yelling at each other. Trading insults. Flecks of spit involuntarily launched at each other in naive insubordination.

No one was expecting the slap that rang out.

It was a cruel swipe that I did not see coming.

I felt my neck whiplash twice I think. Once from the recoil after the backhand blow and the second time as the back of my head was driven hard into the concrete wall behind me.

I was in a daze…, but did this wanker just hit me? In public!? Why was I bleeding?

I looked up in confusion, he was panting like an ostrich tripping on crystal meth.

Miriam (my former BFF), was screaming and pointing to my neck.

I lifted my right hand to scratch an itch on my neck and in the middle of sticky wetness, I pulled out a shard of glass.

The sight of my blood gyser-ing out of my neck is the last thing I remember.

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Mya’s Dad

My family was not doing too well at the moment.

This thing between my daughter and her fiance had quite literally raised me from the dead.

I was at the hospital, but no one was talking to me.

From the little information I had gleaned, my daughter’s fiance had confessed to boinking Miriam. Her best friend.

Miriam not only denied it, but asked my daughter to call on all parties to sit and speak the truth.

The cornered young man had lashed out with a glass in his hand. The tumbler exploded upon impact and lacerated my baby’s neck in several places.

She was brought in clinically dead.

I was brought in as good as dead myself. Sigh… What do you expect. I am her father.

She was in critical condition in the ICU at the moment. And I was here, helpless. Unable to do anything.

Do you know how emasculating it is? To be unable to cater for your family?

I have been here for two days now. There was confusion and pandemonium everywhere, and I was powerless to help.

I walked into the hospital room. It was a comfortable VIP room in a private hospital.

My wife was on her knees in earnest supplication for our daughter’s life. She was kneeling by Mya’s bedside.

Mya had bandages around her neck. Two large tubes had been inserted into her open mouth. She was still unconscious.

I did not like the way she looked… Dead.

Her large eyes were partially open.

But all the sophisticated machines she was hooked up to proved that she was still alive. The medical equipment were emitting a cacophony of beeps, dings and clicks.

As a father, I could tell that my Mya was dying.

You see she could have easily fought the injuries. She is a tough girl.

But Mya was heartbroken. I know my baby. This was not going to end well.

I stalked outside the room to yell up at heaven.

Mya was an only child. A love child. My pride and joy. She is her mother’s pulse. Mya is all we have.

“God… Why? Please… ” were all the words I had spoken when I saw him talking to the nurse at the front desk down the hall from me.

I saw the nurse on duty point and he started walking toward me.

He was a handsome man.

Big.

Athletic build.

He carried himself very well.

He had an air about him.

His clothes sat like skin.

But his face was determined. His eyes had purpose.

This man was the key… A key…

He walked past the door and stopped beside me. He sat down and stared into the open room. His eyes on Mya.

“Boss… She is going to be just fine.” He said to me.

I felt tears break away from my eyes and down my cheeks.

It had been a long time since anyone in my family had spoken to me.

This man had a gift. He most certainly was one exposed to Truth. The aura he brought was pure.

Straight from ‘I AM.’

Then it dawned on me that he must have been fasting and meditating.

He looked to be about 35 years old. He was wearing a wedding band and an Invicta limited edition watch. (Yes, I know these things.) His fragrance was Creed and the aftershave he was wearing was Old Spice.

I had never met him before. At least not when I was around. But I liked him. He was a classic man. He had machismo… He had respect.

He turned and looked straight into my eyes, and smiled.

He nodded at me and stood up. He was mumbling in a strange tongue. In many strange and diverse tongues actually.

I stood up and followed him into the room.

He walked around the bed and leaned over my daughter. The minute he touched Mya’s right hand, all the machines went crazy. The pandemonium was so abrupt that my wife’s head snapped up and out of earnest prayer.

“Good afternoon ma’am.” He almost whispered at my wife.

“Good afternoon my son… Welcome. Please who are you? Are you a doctor?”

“No ma’am. I am friends with your daughter.”

By this time nurses and a doctor had arrived at the door. They literally ran through me and physically pushed my wife out of their way.

They hurriedly pulled out tubes from Mya and tried to flip my daughter onto her left side to face the door.

But Mya had the man’s hand in a vice like grip. She was choking in her own spit or blood.

“Baby please turn over” He whispered urgently to my daughter… And she allowed the nurses finally turn her onto her side.

A spatula deftly applied between Mya’s teeth allowed a mixture of blood and drool to ooze out of my baby’s mouth.

And my daughter still held on to the hand of the married man who had just called her ‘baby’. She held on like her life depended on it.

“Praise the Lord!” My wife screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Hallelujah!” The man answered bashfully.

Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder.

My time was up.

I looked back at the man and smiled with tears in my eyes. He actually smiled back before the angel and I returned.

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Mya

He was here!

The One That Got Away was here!!

He was sitting next to my mom enduring the most awkward questions.

Lol… My poor teddy bear!

He caught my eye and smiled. My mom smiled at him too… Awww…

I only wish daddy had met him. Daddy would have loved him.

Rest in peace papa… I miss you every day.

The End.