Scars

As she lay awake on her bed her hand lightly traced the raised skin of the scar on her shoulder. Tears welled up as she recalled what had happened that night.


She was younger, 19, and sharing an apartment with her boyfriend, Randi. She had loved him so much; she knew she would never forget him.

They were just settling into bed when a loud noise startled them. It sounded like there was someone in the other room of their apartment. She became very frightened and stood in the corner of their room; Randi grabbed a porcelain figurine from their dresser and snuck towards the closed door. He pressed his ear lightly against the door and listened. He could hear someone moving around in the other room. It sounded like whoever was there was getting closer to the bedroom door. He turned to her and signalled for her to get down. She nodded in understanding and crouched down so as not to be seen from the door.

She could still a little bit of what was going on and she saw the door open and a barely visible figure step into the room. Randi swung at him but missed tried to get away but instead fell in a spray of blood as the intruder shot. She screamed as he fell, giving away her hiding place and the intruder turned to her. He shot and she felt an impossible pain in her shoulder as she fell to the ground. She felt her warm blood pouring everywhere and then her vision failed her and she was left lying in her own blood in pitch-blackness.


She sat up in her bed and looked towards he dresser. There sat a framed photograph of her and Randi at their senior high school prom. She walked over and picked up the photograph before returning to her bed and studying it like she had a million times before. He was wearing a black tux and she a red strapless gown. She hugged the photograph to her chest and closed her eyes.

"I love you. I always have and I always will." She whispered, tears running down her cheeks and soaking her pyjama pants.


She slowly stirred, feeling unusually numb. She felt a dull pain in her shoulder and brought her hand up, feeling a bandage. She looked around her and saw her parents framed by a white room. The bed under her felt stiff and uncomfortable.

Her mother glanced over and noticed her eyes were open.

"Sweetheart, you're awake!" She cried, rushing to her side.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" She asked, searching her parents for some sign. Her mother's expression turned grim and she was afraid.

"Oh sweetie, we're so sorry!" She said, brushing hair from her forehead, "The shot was fatal. He didn't make it. You've been out for over a week. I'm sorry, you missed his funeral. As soon as we can we'll take you to see him." She said, kissing her daughter on the forehead. "His family has been to visit you several times. Your friends have all visited, and those unable to come in person have called to ask about you.


She felt her chest tighten and it became harder and harder for her to breathe. She gently climbed off her bed and snuck out of her room and down the stairs. She softly opened the front door and shut it behind her, making her way to her car. She climbed in and drove away. She arrived at his gravesite a little while later and walked to his grave. She kissed the cold stone and sat on the ground beside it, resting her head on the stone, imagining it was his shoulder.

She sat there for a long time just staring straight ahead and remembering him. Eventually it started to rain but she barely noticed the cold rain and continued to sit.


A few weeks later she was released from the hospital and sat in her parents car heading home.

"Can we go see him now?" She asked, staring out the window. She glanced towards the front and saw her mother looking at her through the mirror then she nodded and turned down the next street. They stopped at a little secluded area with a few tombstones scattered. There were beautiful trees surrounding the area and a little pond with ducks at one end. They all climbed out of the car and her parents lead the way to his grave. Her vision had blurred from the tears but she could still see the bouquets of flowers that had been left there. The broken figurine he had tried to use to defend them from the intruder was on top of the stone. She smiled at the small porcelain angel. One wing had broken off and was lying beside the rest of the figurine.

"My angel." She said, crouching down and touching the stone.


Once her clothes were thoroughly soaked and she realized she was shivering she decided it was time to go back home. She arrived back home and crept up the stairs, trying to remember exactly which stairs creaked. She was about to turn towards her room but her gaze rested on a door the other way. She walked over to it and opened the door enough to see inside the room. There were toys and clothes spread everywhere. In the dark she could just barely make out the sleeping form of a child. She stood and watched him sleep for a little while.


"Mom, dad, there's something I need to tell you." She said walking into the family room one night. Her parents had been watching TV but now shut it off to hear her. "While I was in the hospital the nurses wanted to make sure I didn't have any infections or anything from the injury so they did some blood tests and such. Well they thought something seemed a little… off… so they did a few more tests and they found something." She said, her hand subconsciously settling on her stomach. She looked down and shut her eyes to hold the tears back. "I'm pregnant." She barely managed to whisper. She wasn't sure her parents heard her, but when she saw the shock on their faces she knew they had. "They said it's a miracle. With all the blood I lost, it should have miscarried."

"You know you'll always have us to help out. Don't worry about it." Her mother said, walking over and embracing her frightened daughter in a hug.


She watched her 9-year-old son sleep and thought of how much he reminded her of his father. He had the same eyes, the same face, and the same personality.

She sighed and left his room, shutting the door behind her. She walked back to her room and decided she needed dry pyjamas. She pulled open a drawer and started digging when she felt arms go around her waist.

"You're soaked and shivering." He said, kissing her neck. "How about you go and hop in a nice warm bath and I'll bring you something dry to wear." He said, turning her to face him. She nodded and was about to walk away when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back for another kiss. She smiled very slightly and walked towards their bathroom.

She ran the water, undressed, and sat on the edge of the tub dangling her feet in the warm water. When there was enough water she turned off the tap and slid in the rest of the way. A little while later he returned with two pairs of pyjamas.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked. She shook her head and he undressed and climbed in, sitting at the other end of the tub.

"I hope I didn't worry you too much by disappearing like that." She said, swirling the water with her hands.

"I knew where you were. I didn't forget the date." He said.

"You didn't come try to find me?" She asked, "Or stop me from going?"

"No. I know you need a little bit of time to yourself sometimes, especially this day." He said.

"It's been ten years you know." She said.

"I know, I'll never forget that. He was my friend too, a very good friend." He replied sadly.

"Wanna know something?" She asked.

"Sure." He said, smiling.

"I went to the doctor's the other day." She said. His brow furrowed in worry.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, placing his hands on her crossed legs.

"No, nothing is wrong," She smiled, "I'm pregnant." They had been married for close to 5 years and never had any children, until now.

"That's wonderful." He said, beaming. She moved so she could lean closer to him and they shared a wonderful kiss before climbing out of the tub and changing into their fresh pyjamas.