Not-So-Awesomenities

Dream Novel Summary

My wife and I get caught up in a tragic circumstance with her just a month away from giving birth. Our casual night outing in a nearby mini mall gets prolonged by an unprecedented earthquake. She weakens during the time we struggle to survive inside the rubble until rescue arrives. We’ve manage to save a few people who worked in the Mini Mall, others weren’t so lucky. When I would say to my wife at random times even if our co-survivors were there.

“I love you.”

She’d respond with, “And I, love you.”

Mr. Winters facepalms, yet again. Time went on inside the rubble.

Then when helped arrived, I let my wife out first, then our friends and co-tragedy-mates. I went out last. But as I was about to get out another short quake happened and I was knocked unconscious.

I came in and out of consciousness. We were getting inside an ambulance, I’m with my wife, she’s screaming to see if i was ok, rushing through the hospital halls, I could see my wife on the side giving birth, doctors here and there.

Apparently in my head when we left the mall my wife started to really weaken from all the fumes and bad closed up air inside the rubble including the stress that I didn’t seem to have much time left in me. She gave birth to a young girl who she named Pristine.

I saw my wife smiling tired and panting from giving birth, naming our baby girl and holding my hand with her last breath saying “I love you baby.” and kissing our baby girl on the forehead ” and you too…” Her heart fails and she passes away.

I didn’t wake any more after that. My next morning was 15 years later…

The sweet baby girl Pristine is now a teen and with a hint of rebel in her. She was taken care of the people me and my wife ended up saving inside the mini mall. But still does things on her own and doesn’t seem to visit me.

But the doctor diagnosed me with a incurable sickness that I gained from the fumes, I only had 14 days to live. I must make up with my baby girl pristine.

Only on the last two days of my life, we finally talked. She had her mothers cinnamon eyes. I cried my heart out hugging Pristine until she didn’t feel air in her lungs for a good bit. She didn’t mind.

Then on my last day, on my death bed i told her this.

“Even if I wasn’t there with you through all these years. You’ve become strong and independent. You’re mom would be proud of you as I’m right now and always. I’m grateful for this chance to say goodbye. I love you…”

And slowly, my heart started to give in. I could feel my self dying a slow painless death. Seconds away from the end, Pristine hugs me tight and then whispers to my now half deaf ears.

“And I, love you.”

END

Chapter 1: In the Dark

“Anyone?! Please help me!” I cried through the darkness as I tried to pull my wife out of the rubble. The walls have collapsed and we’re covered in dust and unknown fumes I cannot begin to imagine how unhealthy they are to my body. If I would die I must alteast save my wife. She’s eight months pregnant and I would sacrifice myself to save her and our child. I took off my tattered polo to cover my wife’s mouth and secured it tightly around here ears. I’ve managed to removed her from the rubble but we’re still inthe dark, mostly blind but alive somehow.

“Stay with me please, we’ll get through this.” I assured her. She’s having trouble breathing and the makeshift face mask is slowly becoming useless. I ruffle through my bag to find water and I wet the polo-turned-mask to make it more efficient in keeping her breathes as clean as possible. My lips are dry but I don’t want to unesscessarily waste our last bottle of water that I bought for her earlier today. I slump back against a sturdy looking wall with her in my arms.

Why is this happening to us?

Ten minutes ago, we just made a turn after eating dinner at this minimall we’ve always been to. It wasn’t that big but it was our favorite place. Coming out of the food court passing a few clothing botiques funiture and hobby stores, then whole place started to shake violently. Customers screamed and ran past us, I hugged my wife evading as much of the people as possible, until we got separted only holding hands then a nearby tiny structure fell ontop of us. Luckily it wasn’t concrete, but was still heavy to move right away. Under the mess I heard the lights bursting and shattering above us and I shouted “Stay down!!!”. Showers of glass rained all over, and when it turned quiet I got up as soon as I could to help my wife from the rubble.

And here we are, in the darkness and we felt alone. Parched, tired and uncertain, I hugged her tightly now. I leaned my head back expecting to hit a solid wall, but what I thought was a wall was actually a pillar that fell down. Turning my head, we’re directly by the entrance of the funiture store I saw earlier.

“Wait here, i’ll get you something to rest on. Ok?” I spoke as softly as possible into her ear and she reponds with a slow nod onto my chest. She’s still having trouble breathing. I gave her my bag as pillow for her to rest on. Standing up, I surveyed the area with my cellphone light seeing only a few meters away. The dust hasn’t cleared yet. Slowly I made way to the funiture store.

Everything was broken, tored sheets mattresses, curtains, cabinets and mirrors. I took what i could, the sheets are still usable if i curl them up. I did so carrying as much as I could back to her. Then crunch.

“ugh…” grunted a voice from below.

I accidentally stepped on someone’s hand. It seemed to be the owner of the store, a fairly old man with a long white beard in a maroon and white uniform.

“Mr. Winters!” I gasped, I start to help him up. His left leg was broken from falling walls caused by the quake and winched with every move.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive and kicking.” I said. And he cough-laughs the words “That makes two of us.”

We struggled to get back outside the store to where my wife was resting and now most of the dust has settled.

She’s sitting up on her own, and I could see her smiling under the mask even if her eyes seemed to be in pain.

She had the perfect mix of brown and black in her eyes and I’d always refer to them as cinnamons. God, I love her so much, please keep her safe.

“I’m so unlucky…” muttered Mr. Winters as I set him down to lay his back on the fallen pillar “Today’s suppose to be my…” he fliches.”ugh..my last day here, and this… This happens?”

I’ve thought about it too. As I sit down beside my wife. How long are we going to be in here? The thought seemed to echo in the darkness. I’m about to lose composure, then she leans in kisses my cheek with her soft and warm pink lips. I hug her and I assured myself we’ll get through this… If not, I’ll make sure she does. I kiss her back.

“Oh For the love of God, get a room.” Mr. Winters facepalmed right after he said it. He wasn’t pro-pda to say the least. We all let out abit of laugh from that moment.

(to be continued…)