By: Yuri

Oh I remember it much to well.

That bleak and dark December day

The day that tore my soul apart

The day my love was slain.

Samantha looked wearily at a lonely headstone. The pale granite of it was now becoming darker as raindrops fell from the gloomy sky. For some odd reason it was always cold and overcast when Samantha visited the cemetery. Then she took out a single white rose with the longest stem in the deepest green. She gently kissed its pale blossom and sighed. "You said you'd always be with me!" she cried. "You said as long as I remembered you you'd be with me, and protect me from ever getting hurt!" she stopped and looked at her pinky. A thorn had stabbed it, and a small stream of blood was trickling down. Thunder cracked overhead.

"SAMANTHA!" a gruff voice roared, startling her. The owner of the voice grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the gravesite. She let out a small cry before letting the rose fall to the ground, its petals detaching and fluttering in the wind.

He pulled her into a car and took off.

"Damn it Sam! What Have I told you?!" he screamed, making the windshield rumble. Samantha stayed quiet; she was still observing the little cut on her pinky. Just maybe. she thought.Maybe I'll bleed to death. His right arm lashed out and struck her face. "ANSWER ME YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH!" she still wouldn't answer. "I told you to stay away from your ol' hubbie. He's dead now, move on with your life!" he barked. "He died; you said you could move on with your life, so what huh? Did you marry me just to prove something?"

The fact was; Samantha didn't know why she married him. She met him exactly two years, six weeks, and 15 days after her husband died.

"Why did you marry me?" he asked her again.

"I.I"

"Don't stutter!"

"I loved you." She said; his eyes narrowed.

"No, No you didn't. If you did you wouldn't have disobeyed me all the time. You wouldn't have had to be punished." He pointed to one of her many bruises.

Then, Samantha got an idea. He could hit her no more, speak to her no more, and if he ended up in Heaven alongside her, she would fight her way all the way to Hell fighting tooth and nail! The abuse would stop, the hate would stop, and most of all, time would stop. Yes, time would stop for them both!

Samantha smiled at the incoming bridge; she licked her lips and prayed. Then she reached over to the driver's side, and with all her force, turned the wheel. "What in the hell?" he screamed as the car swerved off the bridge and into the waters below it.

Am I dead? Is he dead? Are we both dead? Have we gone to Heaven or Hell? Oh how he deserved it! No more pain, no more hitting or harsh words!

Her life soon flashed before her eyes.

Mommy, Billy was being mean to me again! Mommy, I think I have a crush on Billy! Mommy, Billy asked me out! Mommy, Billy and I are engaged! Mommy, Billy's dead! Someone shot him! Mommy, I'm dating someone now, Dr. Peterson! Mommy, Dr. Peterson and I are getting married!

She smiled. But wait! If she died, how could she be smiling right now? Thinking of these thoughts? How could she be thinking of those thoughts if she were dead? Well, she didn't die. In fact, she survived.

And now every Sunday, she brings two white roses to the cemetery. And she leaves them both on Billy's grave and leaves Dr. Peterson's alone. And then the doctors take her back to her new home, the Oak Hills Asylum.