I love Mackenzie, my fiancee, dearly, with all of my heart. She is love of my life. Yet, alcohol ruined all of that.
My friends had taken me out for my bachelor party friday evening to a gentleman’s club and then back to a hotel where they had more women. Halfway through the time we spent at the gentleman’s club, my friends had gotten me to the comprehension limit of drinking. I no longer knew what was happening.
When I woke up early Sunday morning after sleeping the entire day on saturday, back in the apartment that I shared with one of the friends from my party, he relayed the night’s events to me. I had hooked up with not one, but three women last night – one at the club, and two at the hotel.
After recovering from the shock of my actions, I knew I could not hide it from my bride to be. I drove over to her apartment, and rang her doorbell. She opened the door, already crying. She did not move for me to come in, so instead I stayed on the doorstep.
“How could you?” My fiancee screamed in my face, “We were getting married today on our five year anniversary! Sunday October 31st 2005!”
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I love you. Please forgive me.” I pleaded with her, and moved closer to give her a hug and kiss.
She stopped me, putting a hand on my chest, and pushed me out of the door, slamming it in my face. I could hear her slide down the door to sit on the floor against it, crying her eyes out.
With no other choice but to go away, I sat back in the driver’s seat and drove to the gas station to buy some beer. I chose to go to the one place I could call my own that none of my friends or relatives knew about. Every time I needed some alone time, I went to the docks located near the inner city. I had found a small secluded wooded area with a small strip of sand.
I took the twelve pack of beer and sat on the sand. I drank, drank, and drank, while letting my mind go blank and the scenery of the water, sand, and seagulls relax my body. I fell asleep, not long after, and awoke to find it nighttime, the sky pitch black.
I tried starting my car, but realized I had an empty gas tank. I walked into the city, my head and body still feeling the effects of the beer. My mind regained thoughts as I walked, I no longer had the beauty of the water to distract my mind from what I wished to forget and erase.
I stumbled into an alley and puked for what seemed like forever. I heard slight movement within the alley and looked up to see who or what made the sound. I puked some more. Not only had the alcohol made me sick, but remembering my bride to be and the mess I had created, hurt my soul and heart.
I turned my body, ready to start walking and leave the alley, when a bony hand shoved me against the wall. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
A humanoid creature held me against the wall, yet nothing human made up the creature. Two spindly arms and legs made of what could be bone, and then a pumpkin for a head. It towered over my 6″ frame.
The creature’s free hand gripped my throat, so tight I could feel consciousness slipping away and the darkness slowly blinding my vision.
“You have disrupted the fun and celebration of Halloween, now you must die,” bellowed the pumpkin head in a deep raspy voice. When the pumpkin talked, I caught glimpses of razor sharp spikes, resembling teeth. “Your death will be slow and drawn out. I shall show you no mercy.”
With that, I felt my body rise further up the wall. As I rose, I could feel and smell it’s noxious breath. I stopped when my torso reached the level of the creature’s mouth.
Incredible pain, seared through my body and nerves. I looked down slightly, and blood pouring from my body. The creature had ripped open my rib cage with its hand, starting at my sternum working down. I could not scream. My organs hung from my body, like ornaments on a tree, yet still attached.
Life slipped very slowly fromy my body. The creature dropped my body to the ground, letting it crumple, breaking each bone in my legs and feet. As my heart stopped beating, my soul left my body and I became a ghost.
In my new form, I visited to my fiancee’s apartment. I saw her crying, her friends and mom reassuring her. They soon left her alone, and she fell asleep, still crying. I entered her dreams and saw she planned to take me back in the morning.
That morning, she woke up, I watching over her. She turned on the TV just as a news crew filmed from the site of my death. Mackenzie screamed in horror and grief. She had made a mistake, and I had been taken away from her forever.
Mackenzie walked slowly into the kitchen, and took out several medicine bottles from the cabinet. She dumped the rest of the contents into her hand, filled a tall glass with water, and then walked back into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, and swallowed the pills one by one, taking a sip of water with each. She laid her beautiful body on her bed, and as she closed her eyes, her body shook violently. Her body stopped shaking, and chest rose and fell for the last time. Mackenzie and I, two lovers and soulmates, lived no more. Reunited, we would be, whether in Heaven or in Hell. Neither of us knew.