A New Morning
Victoria had led a normal human life with her husband until one fateful day when she slipped down a flight of stairs. A Victoria/James fic.
1. Fire in my Veins
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“John, I’m going for a walk on the beach. It’s supposed to be really beautiful in the moonlight. Do you want to come?” I asked my husband as I quickly pulled my brilliant red hair into a ponytail since it had decided to be impossible today.
“No, dear. You go on ahead. I think that I’m going to watch this baseball game.” He called back hastily from the room next to our bedroom where I was standing.
Aggravated, I walked to where he was sitting and grabbed his wrist. “Let me get this straight. We come all the way to California and you want to spend the entire time watching sports?”
He just nodded, focusing on the television set. “Yes, dear whatever you say. No, don’t do that! Turn around! TURN AROUND!”
By then he was way too into the game and I didn’t have any hope of pulling him out of his focus. I sighed and stood up. “Bye Hon.” I didn’t even get a reply. I kissed the top of his full head of hair, pulled my shoes on and walked out the door.
If I had known at the time that that was the last time I would ever see my darling husband again, I would have said something more influential or I would have reminded him that I would always love him. But I didn’t know so I ended up just walking out the door a beautiful sunset on my mind. I wish I had known.
I made it to the staircase without incident and starting carefully making my way down. I didn’t trust those stairs. They looked way too steep for me, but it was the only way up to my hotel room.
I made my way down, step after step, inch after inch. I wish I had seen the puddle that had formed from the rainwater that was on the next step. But once again, I hadn’t seen it and I hadn’t known.
I stepped on it and fell down the two flights of stairs that remained. I should have died instantly, but by some miracle I didn’t. Instead, blood poured out of me staining the cement and I lay helplessly with no energy and no will.
I am not sure how long I stayed like that in my lifeless state. I don’t know how long I stayed there wishing for death. I don’t know how long I couldn’t open my eyes for the pain. I don’t know.
My scream when the fire started stirred the calm and peaceful night. The fire started by my wrist and slowly climbed up my body, each second worse then the one before.There is such pain sometimes, I cannot stand it. Fire burns in my veins, there is no escape. And to think it all started with something as painless or as peaceful as a walk on the beach.