Epiphany

This is a short story that I wrote and entered in my school's short story contest, and won! yaay! It is about 2 years old, but this is one of my favorite stories, so enjoy!

Epiphany
by B

Help! Help! A woman’s voice screamed. She heard those words as she felt something wet sliding down her scalp. She touched her head with her hand to see what it was, it was something slimy and it was coming down her head fast, it was red and was definably blood. She didn’t have enough time to express her shock because she suddenly started to feel faint and very weak; she collapsed in the woman’s arms.


“She may not make it through surgery”, a muffled mans voice shouted. “But, but doctor, she’s going to be alright isn’t she?”


“Wake up Chris, hey…wake up Chris”, a soft, sweet sounding voice came lingering in Chris’s ear. “Wake up honey, it’s twelve in the afternoon”, the same woman’s voice, now in a tone where it draws out all the words in a playful way, came wondering into her ear. She suddenly jumped up and said “Where am I?! Am I still in the hospital?” “No, no honey, you have been home for about one week recovering from your accident… there was a silent pause. “Are you feeling ok?” the woman said with a concerned and questioned expression. Chris did not reply back, for she didn’t need to. Something then clicked in her mind; if I automatically feel so relaxed with this woman than I couldn’t possibly be in any harm’s way, and that was the truth. Chris suddenly felt very comfortable where she was and found comfort in the woman that was laying so tenderly close to her. Chris thought nothing of how and why she was there, all she knew was that she felt full security with this woman and emanating love. She held that woman that made her sense those feelings, she did not have a care in the world, because she knew she loved that woman and that woman loved her back. As the days progressed, so did her love and appreciation of her. The days were like numerous dreams; everyday she spent with that woman was like a magnificent and amazing journey that she did not want to ever end. She tried to put words together to describe the degree of which was mind-blowing and out of this world love and affection, but as anyone who was unconditionally in love, she could not. The thing that only came half way to the immense wonderful feeling she felt and her relationship with this woman, who often seemed as a dream, was indeed a dream. It was a dream that can be imagined as when you naturally wake up feeling rested and peaceful, as if an angel spent the whole night nurturing your sleep. It felt like that every morning she woke up in those arms of a woman identified, angel. Nothing would ever part her and this other woman.


“Oh my god, she’s waking up!” a gentle woman’s voice said. Her eyes parted, barely opening as if she had been slumbering. Two people came rushing to her bedside. They grabbed her hand very tight. One was a man and the other was an older woman. “Who are you” Chris said as she looked at the older woman, she looked at the man “Who are you?” The older woman went into tears, “I am your mother, you were in a coma, and, and… you have been out for about a month”. Chris thought for a minute or two. “Ok, ok, but who is he and what is he doing here?” The older woman was still in tears as she blurted out, “This is your husband.” This was poison to Chris’s ears, she didn’t know what to think, she didn’t know what to do, or even how to act, she was so repulsed by the fact that she was married to a man. It came to her in an epiphany what her life once was. The ceremony, the kiss, the man that she married, she wanted to throw up, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, she wanted to hit him over the head with the same shovel that she will use to bury him with. “I want a divorce,” Chris said without a slight doubt in her mind. The two people that occupied the room went nuts, which resulted in vulgar language and confused expressions. Chris did not care what they had to say, she shut them out. Chris did not care about their blabbering, she did not even care who she was or how in love she was with that man, all she cared about was that she knew her truth, she knew who she was compassionate with and that man was the total opposite of what gender she cared for. She thought to herself, yeah that woman and our experiences were just dreams, but if it were not true then why did I feel completely devoted and unconditionally in love with her, not just her, but a woman. Chris’s thoughts are to some people outrageous and completely wrong, but your first love will always be your first, and your last, whether it’s a man or in Chris’s case, a woman.