A/N: Caught the first few episodes and I absolutely loved how dark and twisted this show was.
Warning: Course language.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm not making any money. I just like playing with emotions and characters.
To Be Numb
I felt numb, void of any emotion. I was just staring, staring blankly at the black coffin that held my wife. Karen, my beautiful wife. We were supposed to be happy. We were supposed to give birth to a healthy baby girl. I knew it was a girl, the doctor accidentally told me. Karen insisted that we didn't find out so I told the doctor not to tell her. But I knew. We lost our baby girl, because of a stupid car accident. I blamed myself for what happened, for letting the case get to personal. A part of me blamed Karen too just so I didn't feel so guilty. And now, Karen's gone, along with our baby.
The rain started to pour, fitting I guess for a funeral. The priest said a few more words but I wasn't really paying any attention. All I could think about was the last time I saw Karen. How angry we both were. How cruel and vile the last words that were spoken between us. She thought Becca and I were involved. Apparently Web told her we were. That two timing son of a bitch. And he had the audacity to show up to the funeral. Standing, high and mighty on his pedestal, he had his arm protectively draped around Becca's slim shoulders. Poor Becca. I felt sorry for her. She was so blind to Web's manipulations and lies. She actually looked up to the man. I seem to be the one who sees right through him. God only knows why everyone else is so blind.
I looked up from the coffin and my eyes met Becca's for a brief moment. She was holding a blood red rose in her hand. She stepped out from Web's grasp and started to walk towards me. I acknowledged her presence with a nod and turned my attention back to the coffin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her drop the rose onto the casket. Her long blonde hair was matted to her face from the rain and the mascara on her lashes was already beginning to smudge. Reaching out, she patted my arm and was about to return to her place when I stopped her. Our eyes met again and I felt an odd rush of emotions wash over me. I took her into my arms and held her, letting the hot tears stinging my eyes flow down my already wet cheeks.
"Shhh," she whispered comfortingly. "You're okay, Paul, you're going to be okay."
Her hands were making small circles across my back as she continued to repeat her words over and over again. Although Becca's voice seemed distant, it was soothing all the same. The numbness faded to a dull pain. I slowly let go of Becca as the sobs that racked my body subsided. She smiled faintly at me, wiping away the stray bangs from her face.
"I'm sorry," I managed to choke out.
"Don't be," she replied. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
I looked over at Web who had a curious expression on his face. Becca followed my gaze over to Web and she shook her head.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," she repeated.