“Here is one of my early free-writing saves that I wrote two years ago. I found it in a “Rubbish” folder,along with some other stuff that i wrote while I was going through a dark and depressing period in my life. It’s nothing special, but it’s a good read for anyone looking to kill some time. Do Enjoy!”
Camille sat on the edge of the bed, looking out of her town-home window, while talking to her husband on the phone. Jeff was just minutes away from boarding his flight for a business trip out of town. Camille however, was home alone for the first time since her childhood years. The thought of being in such a big house all by herself produced the most terrifying thoughts. Jeff knew this, which is why he decided to call and calm her nerves before boarding the plane.
“I wish you didn’t have to go to that stupid meeting.” Camille pouted like a spoiled little girl that couldn’t have her way. Jeff chuckled on the other end, knowing how much his wife hated his job.
“You’ll be okay, Babe.” he said in a positive, uplifting tone of voice. “I’ll be home tomorrow evening, Just make sure that the doors and windows are locked before you turn in for the night… and do take your meds.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” she said in a saddened tone. “I’ll take them after my tv show is over. That is when I will really start to miss you.“
After their conversation, Camille turned powered on the radio that sat on the night table, she then walked throughout the house to turn on every lamp and night light before preparing her evening dinner.
It was exactly eight o’clock when Camille’s favorite television show had ended. She rose from the living room couch to take her dinner plate to the kitchen sink. While washing the dishes, she noticed that it was dark outside, which reminded her to take her medication. She opened the cabinet door where she kept the bottle, but it was not there. As frustration and fear built within her, she began to go through every drawer and cabinet, in search of her medication. Yet still, the pill bottle was missing. She looked under every piece of furniture and dumped out every bag and container, also, driving herself crazy during the process.
For her to misplace her meds was unlikely. She took two pills every day in the kitchen. One glass of water, gulp. Bottle closes and goes right into the cabinet once again. It has been the same repetitive routine for years. Of all times for them to be missing, it was a night her husband was gone, and she was all alone. Continue Reading