Sharyn walked briskly across the walkway to the receptionist; completely oblivious to the world around her. Her eyes darted frantically for anyone who she deemed as one of them. Those responsible for putting her husband there in the first place.
"Excuse me, have you seen this man?" She said in a cold, distant tone to the receptionist.
"Why, yes I have. He recently arrived overnight, are you a visitor?" The nurse automatically pasted a lifeless smile on her face and stared blankly at her.
"Yes, I guess you could say were family." Sharyn stifled a laugh and tried to keep a straight face on.
The nurse then gave her the room number and stated in a flat tone for her to have a nice day. She would have her day soon enough, once she got to that room where the bastard was being holed up in. She took the elevator to the fifteenth floor and paced quickly to room 404, and silently crept in without being noticed. There he was, the pale sick fucker lying out still like a corpse going into a crematorium. Victory would be hers soon enough and the anguish of inflicting her revenge against this monster would soon come to pass. Sharyn would savor every moment of his suffering.
"Hello Mr.Amberton, remember me? Of course you don't do you?" She spat in utter distaste realizing that he was in a deep coma from which there may be no return while flicking through his medical records.
But she knew he was the one, the one man for making her suffer more than anyone or anything else this piece of shit dared to infect with his words of poisonous greed. It was greed that brought Mr.Amberton to this state, and it was greed that destroyed the life of her beloved husband Mark. When Mark began his career as Mr.Amberton's apprentice at Gerald & Amberton Industries, Sharyn never realized the consequences that would be rendered by their actions and of the lives they took for the sake of filling their own pockets. If she knew prior to these events of pure chaos and carnage she would have shot this man dead without any remorse. When Mark started his job it all seemed like the future was paved in a mysterious gold mold which would grant them both the lives they had always dreamed of sharing together. They would have had a family, they would have had children and security the like of which they never knew before. Mark worked at the contractor company for no more than half a year when the so-called lucrative business proposition came to surface; the proposition that would cause Mark's, my precious Marks death. After Mark was assigned to oversee the construction of a recent industrial building he had no idea that they would be causing the deaths of numerous homeless and lost souls who stayed there to survive. Mark tried to stop it but was silenced long before anything could be done to stop the momentum of this hideous, lurking monster that would erupt in a frenzy of media controversy and madness. When Mark learned of what he had done, what they all did, he couldn't take it. Mark became so distant, so dead inside that he ended up taking his own life to end the guilt he felt. The pain he caused to so many innocent lives he helped to destroy. After his death, she sought Mr.Amberton for nearly six years until she learned of what happened to him a year and a half ago. During one of his many casual business trips and cocktail parties, he was involved in a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down and put him in a coma for, what they predicted, the rest of his pathetic life. But today, all this endless pain and suffering would come to an end.
"Well, Mr.Amberton, we meet at last. Do you remember your former colleague Mark, my husband? Of course you do, don't you." She laughed evilly as she reached up to the oxygen tank; depriving him of this would take something from him that mattered the most. She would soon have her revenge in the most beautiful of fashions. Putting on one of the latex gloves in the corner of the room she began to turn the valve little by little, savoring each moment, decreasing the oxygen his vile putrid body needed to survive. She didn't even wince as he convulsed and drooled on his pallid death bed. But then, she suddenly stopped and looked him square in his eyes.
"I am not going to kill you, Mr.Amberton, since that is what you want me to do. To end your suffering so you can avoid the just desserts you deserve. No, Mr.Amberton, I am taking away the one thing you need the most. Your mind. Since you were off your oxygen for about two minutes, hypoxia is inevitable. One of the many advantages of holding a Doctorate degree." She whispered coldly in his ear as a tear streamed down his pale green eye. She got up and walked away from the scene. No prints, no evidence, no regrets. She was at peace now. Mark's death had been avenged and her hands were cleansed from the blood that originally stained them. She was entirely free and could move on, at last, to a life where revenge and memories did not matter anymore. Sharyn strode past the receptionist whom was doing the usual routine of paperwork and disappeared into the night; a silent shadow on the wall. He would be the first, but she knew in her heart he may not be the last memory she had to bury. She went to her car and decided to visit her love Mark for the last time before joining him in whatever lay on the other side. No matter how hard she tried, she could not imagine a life without him and what kept her alive was this day alone. Now, they would be reunited and nothing would separate them ever again. Bound together forever.