I'd Die For You

I entered the cemetery quietly. My husband, Mark, requested I meet him here for some big holiday surprise. I search for him. Nothing. I sat on a bench near my brother's grave and waited. A few minutes later I began to hear noices in the distance and saw a flashlight light. As I stood and walked closer I heard Mark yelling something. I couldn't make it out at first.

"Run." I finally heard him say as he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him.

We stopped at the closed gate and he began to try and unfasten the locks.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Mark was a big man, he wasn't afraid of anything. Not snakes, not bears, not cold blooded killers.

"Someone's chasing me." Mark said, turning back to the gate.

I felt someone touch me and turned to see a woman dressed in black standing there. Her eyes were black, her skin pale and her hair white as the snow.

"Mark," I managed to squeek out, stepping back.

"I felt him grab me and pull me behind him. I clung to his shirt, trying to calm my breathing.

"Leave her alone." He said. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" The woman asked.

I saw our friends come to the gate and try to get it open. The woman raised her hands in the air and Glen went flying back through the air. I saw her run a hand down Mark's chest to the waistband of his pants and I could feel the jealousy rise within me. I took a step forward and felt a scratch over the side of my face. When I touched it I saw the blood coming down. Mark touched my face and forced me to look up.

"Baby climb over the gate." Mark said, with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving without you." I told him.

"Climb over the gate." Mark said, kissing me lightly.

I climbed over and wrapped my hands around the iron of the gate. Mark walked over and placed his hands on top of mine.

"I will always love you." He said, letting a tear fall. "Get her out of here Glen."

"No!" I yelled. "I won't leave you! Mark!"

I felt Glen grab me and drag me to the car and drive us to the local police station.

The next morning Mark's body was found at the cemetery gates. He'd been stripped and killed. I had him buried at a different cemetery and promised to visit him every week.

((1 Year Later))

I enter the cemetery, wearing the same clothes as that night. I can't sleep, eat, love. I can't go on. It's too hard without Mark. I kneel at Mark's grave, gun in hand. It's all so Romeo & Juliet but it's real. I can't do anything without Mark. I wish I could have just died that night with him. I know he was trying to save me but it would have been easier to die than to live without him. I put the barrel of the gun in my mouth and ask god for forgiveness before pulling the trigger and am engulfed by darkness.