The Days Before She Died

My name is Lucas Hunt,
The chances are you’ve never heard of me, never met me, and don’t even know who I am. I was a boy; I am now a man, with scruffy brown hair, big blue eyes and a body that all girls adore. This all means nothing to me. I don’t need or want the girls anymore, because the girl I truly love died. Rose is dead. I try not to think of her as dead, because she’s still alive in my heart. I live with the painful thoughts of her death, and the happiness of her smile. It’s the greatest of contradictions. That’s what I remember most though, her smile. But at least I Know that she died a happy woman because of what we did in the days before she died…


22. Day Twenty-Two

Two days were left and I was so sad and lonely. I think that was me grieving for the woman that wasn’t yet dead. Rose. She woke up on day twenty-two with a bright smile on her face. This was odd considering the circumstances. By ten in the morning she was showered and smelling of lavender perfume. “Why are you so happy today Rose?” I asked, a small smile forming on my lips. It was amazing to see Rose so bright and happy, I was literally convinced that she was fine again, but she wasn’t.

“Because today is the day I’m going to do the last thing I need to do.” Rose replied easily, pulling out a sheet of paper from underneath her bed.

“What’s that?” I asked quickly.

“It's a surprise.” Rose laughed. She grabbed Petal and I before shoving us in the car, and then jumping into the driver’s seat only a few seconds later. I was so shocked; I didn't know what was happening. Then I realised that Rose was trying to drive.

“I meant the list, but okay, wait! Rose you can’t drive!” I moaned, but not entirely blocking out her ideas. After all, I didn't want to kill her buzz that she had managed to muster up with the little amount of energy she had left in her.

“Watch me. I don’t think they’re going to throw a woman into prison that’s going to die two days later!” She laughed harder, and she was right about that. There’s this saying that the teenagers say a lot these days. “YOLO (You Only Live Once)” and this was what Rose went by, she was only going to live once, and she didn't care what chaos she caused, as long as she was having fun, and living life to the full.

“Just don't kill me as well!” I shouted as she barely stopped at the red light.

“Buzz Killer, much.” Rose muttered as she finally slowed down to the legal speed limit. Petal’s eyes were wide in awe of her mother’s defiance to the law. A small smirk played on my lips as I looked at Petal, playing with her little fists.

“Petal will defiantly take after you.” I whispered.

“How will she be like me? We’re not blood related and I won’t be on earth to coach her in the ways of the Rose.” Rose argued.

“She’s learnt a lot from you in the few days she has known you though Rose. Like how you’re perfect and that you’re not afraid of the truth or trouble.” I began to laugh as Rose began to break the speed limit again.

“Speed limits my ass!” Rose shouted as the warning sign flashed up on the speed cameras LED screen. The smell of burning rubber became present in the air, followed by the sharp sound of screeching tyres. Soon a car slammed into the wall in front of us, flaming and already dented.

“What the HELL?” Rose screamed. With her mother’s instinct Rose grabbed Petal and jumped over the roll bars of the jeep so she could hide in the back of the car.

“Look, there are people in the car! We have to help them!” I screamed. There were people in the car banging their hands against the locked doors and un-breakable glass. The driver and front passenger looked dead. It was by far the scariest thing that I had ever seen. The children were screaming for help. Rose tore out of the car and ran over to the car. I don't know exactly how she did it, but she somehow managed to unlock the car door and free the children. I carried them to safety, but the parents in the front of the car were both dead.

“Mum! Dad” The children were calling out to the dead corpses that were still in the car. Rose hugged them both tight.

“I’m really sorry children, but your parents were already dead.” Rose whispered softly into the older child’s ear. The girl’s eyes filled up with tears, but she didn't let them fall. The younger brother was only a few years old, he looked bewildered and terrified. The girl knelt on the floor and explained to the brother.

“Mother and father, they have gone to heaven Sammy. But they let us stay here.” The girl explained as the police arrived. Samantha and Sammy, they were the people Rose saved. It meant so much that day because Rose was helping dying people, even though she was dying herself. It was a scary thought, her out there near the fire. I would’ve done it myself but I wasn’t as bold or heroic as Rose.

When the police arrived they saw the state of the children.

“What’s going to happen to us?” The girl asked, her voice made her sound like she was brave, but at the same time she seemed terrified. “We don't have any family left to go to.” The policeman nodded.

“Then we’ll have to put you up for adoption.” The policeman explained. He looked very sympathetic. We were only there as witnesses but all of a sudden Rose’s eyes lit up.

“We’ll take them!” She shouted, trying to still sound sad about the crash. “I won’t be here to look after them much longer, but my husband’s a great father to our adopted younger daughter!” She seemed strangely exited. It was a scary thought at the time.

“They’re all yours. Take them to the police station when you’re next passing, we need to have a report on their parent’s crash and we’ll make them legally your husband’s children.” The policeman smiled. “It’s really sweet of you to do that.”

We left, with another two people in the back of the car, driving off to Rose’s secret destination. Soon we were on a beach.

“Why are we here Rose?” I asked as she hobbled across the wet sand.

“I’m showing you’re new home!” She replied happily. “You won’t need the castle. I know that you can’t be bothered to clean it when I’m here anyway!”

Then I saw the house she meant. It was a mansion, £900,000 worth of pure amazing house (and the solution to the left over IVF money). The whole of the front was made of glass, with the occasional metal clips to keep the glass together. Then the bedrooms were all on the top floor, meaning that you had the privacy of a slate roof with roof-windows.

“Thank you so much Rose, it's the house of dreams!” I whispered breathlessly.

“There’s even a pool round the back garden, and you own the section of beach in front of the house, right up until the water’s edge!” Rose squealed. “You can sprinkle my ashes in the sand and that way you’ll own them forever! I can’t anything but the best for my kids and special man!”

“Thank you for the house mother!” The new kids, Samantha and Sammy, chorused.

“Thanks for thinking of me as your mother.” Rose smiled as she hugged them tightly.

We were back to be a family. But, there was the fact that I was to be a single father within the few days that followed.

I kissed Rose. Her lips tasted like Iron, even her lips were beginning to look dead, dry and caked in blood. We slept in the mansion that night; Rose had been furnishing it behind my back.


“I have completed my bucket list.” Was the last thing that Rose said before she drifted back to sleep. 

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