James Amos's Story

It's been about a week since John's body was found and the love of her life was pronounced dead. Not just that, she found out that he was murdered and the murderer was still on the loose. Brielle's entire life just seemed to be spiraling out of control. All she wanted to do was hide at home with all the curtains closed and drink her grief away. No matter how much she drank or what she ever did, she just couldn't seem to get the picture of John's lifeless body out of her head.

The male's cold body laid on that freezing metal slab in the morgue. Brielle felt herself gulp and her heart began to race as the coroner slowly removed the sheet just enough for her to see the face of the man who laid beneath. All hopes in her hoped beyond hope that her husband was still out there and alive. Brielle didn't want to identify this body. John just couldn't be dead. Though the immediate second she saw his face, she dropped to the ground and burst into tears. That was the moment that single-handedly changed her life forever.

Because of this she stood in a funeral home wearing black clothing with her dead husband lying in a casket. Everyone who ever loved or cared for John trotted in and out of the room saying their goodbyes and apologizing to Brielle for her loss. If I hear one more person say "I'm sorry for your loss," I swear I'm going to lose it. The one apologizing should be the motherfucker who took him from me. Those words got lost in her mind, causing her to briefly zone out and turn on auto pilot. For about twenty minutes now she was lost in thought and shaking hands with John's visitors. Brielle hadn't even realized what she was doing anymore.

Brielle just wanted all of this to be over so she could go back home and drink her grief away again. Not like it would ever work, but it would give her something to do, give her a way to let her emotions out. It's not like there was anyone in her life who care for her. Not once did she hear anything from anyone on her side of her family or her friends. The only things that left the lips of her deceased husband's family were, "I'm sorry you lost John." That was it. Nothing to comfort her, no one telling her that they would be there for her if she ever needed them. Just nothing. Brielle was alone in the world and there was nothing she could do about it.