Knowing, Myonna Petty [the beginning after the end novel read txt] 📗

Birth

She was born. She weighs 7lbs 15oz. She has brown hair and brown eyes. I could tell since was born. I knew there was something different about her. Not how people say “Oh my child is special” or “My child is unique.” There was something different. It wasn’t a small difference, yet it wasn’t noticeable. I couldn’t quite grasp the difference, but I sure did know there was one. I could tell just the same way my mom could tell when I was born. I name her Beithe Lynnz Peterson.
Five Years Later

Beithe has long wavy brown hair that just barely passes her waist. She has big brown eyes and the perfect smile. Beithe makes A‘s in every class. I wondered why someone like her had to be cursed with something so horrid.
Something that no one knew exactly what it was, but they knew it was there, that it was something. It wasn’t a physical difference. I could sense there was something different. Something very bad. Something that would kill her.
It’s sad to know that Beithe could die any moment now. I haven’t told her because it might depress her. Beithe always had a way of finding out the most secret information. I guess I never really paid any attention to her when she’s at home. I wouldn’t be able to answer many questions about her. Her father Salathiel Peterson could tell a person every detail about her in a heartbeat.
Beithe would say “My favorite color is pink because that’s the prettiest color in the world.” all the time. While I never really had time to pick favorites of anything. Colors really didn’t help me in life so why like one more than the other. That’s all I could tell you about Beithe.
Three Years Later
I should have died long ago before this happened. My husband is so grief stricken. Beithe died in her sleep. I feared of becoming too attached to her. I knew I would, but I could just abandon her. Beithe was my child and I needed to take care of her. Loving her and then losing her has put me in ruins. Nothing makes me happy. My husband is depressed. Our house feels gloomy. My heart wasn’t strong enough to handle the pain. Losing Beithe depressed me to a point at which I wouldn’t even eat or sleep. Then I just got tired of feeling so down and I tried to commit suicide off the top of a building. I luckily landed on a truck full of hay. The man driving the truck stopped. I jumped out and ran. I told my husband what happened. We went to the doctor to see if there was anything we could do to take the feelings we were having away. The doctor prescribed us both different medicines, with mine being stronger because I had tried to commit suicide.
How
The doctors found no cause of death. No one knew why she died. No one tried to figure it out, but I for one wanted to know. I had to know.
The Funeral
It’s devastating to see someone at this age gone forever. As we say our goodbyes there is hot tears streaming down every face. They slowly lower her black coffin into the dry barren ground. They fill in the hole with black dirt and her grave stone is put on top. Roses and flowers are gently placed in her coffin.
1 Month Later
I go to put flowers on her grave. I get into my black Convertible Hummer and ride down to the cemetery. I remember exactly where she was buried. I walk there, slowly dragging my feet as I feel a slight breeze. I look up to see her grave. It scares me. It penetrates every vein in my heart. For a small moment, I stop breathing. Everything around me freezes. Nothing has life. A hear voices inside my head. They get louder and louder until the pain becomes unbearable. I pass out on her grave, never putting the flowers on her grave.
Where am I?

I wake up in a white room. Everything is white. I am strapped down to the bed. The room was spotless. There was only me, my bed and four white walls surrounding me. I felt lost in and safe. I felt happy and sad. I became overwhelmed in a state of drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke I was still on Beithe’s grave. I remembered my strange dream. I put the flowers on her grave and prayed for the strength for my husband and I to be able to put our past behind us.

Publication Date: 08-20-2010

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