It does not take me but a second and I drop the phone and race over to Tyler. I find him lying on the floor in the stables. As I look over at him, I see he is not moving. There is blood. There is so much blood. I cannot see where it is coming from. I call his name. There is no answer. I shake him. He does not respond. I try to find his pulse. I feel nothing. There is nothing. He is not responding.It comes faster than a crashing wave over my body, "Tyler!"The pain knocks my breath away, and I cannot breathe, "Tyler!" I shake him harder than I have ever shaken anyone in my life ever before."Tyler, Please wake up!" My words mean nothing. He is not moving.I beg, and I beg, and I plead, I say the words over and over, "Please, please, please, please wake up!"There is a deafening silence; the world has stopped. There is nothing but horror. My words are stuttering; I am totally lost; my world is shattered in pieces. Why is he not waking up? Why is he

It has now been a week. They have moved him to another room; at least there is some sunshine and a couple of birds outside singing. There is still no improvement. I am struggling to see the future. They say that there comes a time that you need to make peace with what could the outcome of a situation; I am bordering on that line of peace and hope.It becomes dangerous when you give up on hope and faith; you are not only letting go of the situation but also of yourself. You stop waiting; then you stop caring, then you stop living. You become the shadow of the person you were before; a black hole swallows you in, and there you stay, not by accident but by choice.How can it be possible for someone to be gone for so long? Is he that lost that he can not find his way back?I am soon ripped from my thoughts as Doctor Cane enters the room, I have really been giving him a real hard time, but he does understand. He, too, feels frustrated, and his heart hurts just as bad

The time is going by faster than I have been counting. It is crawling to two weeks at a rather alarming pace and yet, there is no improvement in Tyler at all. I beg Doctor Cane every day just to give it one more chance. We have been stealing chances and I fear the day that they are going to run out. I am not ready to give up on Tyler. I know that he is in there, he just needs to find his way back home. Each night, as silly as it may seem, I burn a candle hoping that it will help him find the light and step back into our world. Yes, the rambling thoughts of a woman that has almost no strength in her left. Yet, I need to be strong for our baby. I cannot give up on living and I cannot give up on hope. But giving up is a question that we have been talking about a lot lately. The thing is, that day when I found Tyler on the floor, I found his gun only but inches away from his body. The blood was so much that I could not see if he was should or mere

I think I can safely say that my secret is now out. Brooke has just burst through the interrogation room’s door and called for the interview to stop. I do not know who was more surprised by the move, Detective Fletcher or me. So if it is said that he is beyond furious, then that shall be a slight understatement. But, the best part is yet to come, “Are you charging her with anything, or can I take her home.” The next few seconds are the most agonizing that I shall ever experience in my life before. So it is in anticipation that I wait for Detective Fletcher to answer, “Yes, I am charging her with attempting murder.” I watch as Brooke’s face grows in shock while I can only but gasp. I, in a way, knew that he would not just not let me go like that. So now I am being charged with trying to Kill Tyler; my heart is shattered. I am being stuck in a cell for something that I did not do, and no, I cannot see him either. Why do I feel so helpless? When did I become so

Brooke has just heard the words that she has waited for to be spoken. To say that she is not slightly shocked would be a lie. So as she eagerly awaits for me to finish my story, I only but shake my head at her, “I want time alone with Tyler.” Much to her protest she finally gives in and leaves the room. Tyler looks so peaceful. He is going to be so devastated when he has to find out. He needs to understand that I had to keep it from him, I had to protect him. Even more, now that I know that Mark is out. I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together. "To my dear husband, I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I sh