<bgsound src="http://bzbunit.com/music/evanessence - my immortal.mp3" loop="infinite"> Stories That Nobody Hears: This love has taken its toll on me

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

This love has taken its toll on me

They’ve just gotten home from the doctor’s office and are sitting in the garage, not having even gotten out of the car. The car is off, and the garage door closed. Emma and Jeremy are in the middle of their conversation. It’s obvious that they’ve just gotten bad news. Emma looks devastated, tired, and so very sad.

"Oh, never mind. It doesn’t matter what I want for you. Really, what can I say?" a small touch of anger in his voice.

"You can say that everything is going to be all right."

"Everything is going to be all right."

"Liar. "

They both sit, not knowing what to say. Avoiding each other and the reality of the situation.

Emma begins to cry, "This just sucks. I want to be evolved about this. I want to believe the things that I used to tell myself that I could handle anything and I don’t fucking believe a word I ever said… what the hell was I thinking? I don’t know anything. "

"You can handle anything. And, if what we have is right now then let’s count on that and, fuck… what the hell am I saying? If I believed in god, I would fuck him up right now."

"Me too."

"I could go fuck up the doctor."

Emma is barely holding it together, and now begins to sob uncontrollably, but she still manages to get out, "I think you're going to have let me do that."

"Baby, come here so I can hold you." Emma is immobilized and can only shake her head and continue crying. There's the sense that she wants to say something but cannot find the words to articulate all that she is feeling. Despair invades the car and suffocates all hope from their bodies, it is nearly a visible deflation of everything around them. Jeremy, crying, begging, desperate, and now it's obvious that he physically cannot move towards her, he repeats, "baby, come here."

Emma moves over gently and leans into him, nearly sitting on his lap. "Am I hurting you?"

"Not as much as I’m hurting you… "

Sitting in her husband's arms, asking him, asking the universe, asking a god she doesn't believe exists, "What the hell are we going to do?"

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