Marisela Diaz

27 February 2015

Selena Quintanilla Perez Historical Fiction

 

7:00 a.m. The alarm clock blared annoyingly in the otherwise quiet room. A young woman rolled out of bed with a groan, leaving the warmth that was besides her. She stood up, making her way to the bathroom, footsteps padding softly against the wooden floor lest she wake up her sleeping husband. Twenty minutes later the young women stepped out of her bathroom, clothed and ready to go for the day. She walked over to her bed, putting a hand on her sleeping husband and shaking him a bit while saying, " Chris, I'm leaving, alright."

Her husband just turned to the other side and murmured in agreement. She turned around and started leaving the room.

"Selena," Her husband started, having turned back around at her, bleary opening his eyes, croaking out a,  "Be safe."

The young woman smiled at him, happiness filtered across her face. " See you at the studio." She closed the bedroom door with a soft click.

Selena was quite sad she had to leave the comfort of her bed but she knew that she had to go out but first a girl’s gotta eat. Selena pulled into the local Mcdonalds at bought herself an egg McMuffin and a medium coffee. Selena ate on the way to her destination, laughing when she thought what reporters and the paparazzi love would say if they saw her eating Mcdonalds for breakfast. She took the time to think about where she was going and for what reason. Selena couldn’t stop the pounding of her heart. She tried to shake off her thoughts.  She wanted to do this with no regrets. Before long Selena pulled up to the Corpus Christi Inn, taking the last bite of her delicious egg  McMuffin. Selena stepped out of her car,  grabbing a suitcase from the passenger side of the car and walked into the inn with her coffee in hand. She walked through the front doors of the inn brightly saying hello the lady manning the desk, throwing her coffee in the trash can then heading towards room 132. Selena could feel her heart pounding inside of her chest as she walked towards the room. She really didn't want to be here.

Room 132. Selena knocked on the door of her destination. The door opened slowly revealing the face of Yolanda Saldivar.

"Good morning Yolanda."

"Selena"

Selena walked into the motel room, leaving the door open. Selena put the briefcase that was in her hand  down onto motel bed. She started taking out the papers inside of the briefcase one by one, placing them next to each other.

“Yolanda, these are the exact papers that you gave my father and I when we talked to you to weeks ago.” Selena said, turning around.  “There are still a ton of paperwork missing.”

“Selena, I swear to you I did not steal anything!’ Yolanda said.

“Yolanda, we already talked about this! I already know that you’ve been stealing money from the fanclub!”

“No Selena I didn’t. I swear on my life.” Yolanda pleaded.

“Yolanda, please don’t be like this. I came here because you asked me too, the least you do it be truthful with me.” Selena sighed. “My father and I already talked you about this but you’re still trying to say you didn’t do anything.”
    “But-” Yolanda started.

“I can’t do this if you keep saying that you didn’t do anything. I trusted you, you know. You were one of my best friends.”

“I still am your best friend. I love you Selena, I would never ever betray your trust Selena.”

“But you did Yolanda, you did. Do you even know how heartbroken I was to hear that were embezzling money from my fans?” Selena asked. “My fans, Yolanda. You know how important my fans are to me. I would be nowhere without my fans.”

Selena shook her head, “Look Yolanda, I have to be at the recording studio soon. Maybe we could talk about this another time but this time with my father around.”

Selena walked towards the open door. A loud bang went off before Selena felt something hit her back.  Warmth spread across her back. Selena hand went to touch her shoulder. Her fingers came across wet and sticky.  Another shot hit her back and she stumbled out the door. Oh god. Please god, help me. Selena thought, crawling towards the reception desk as fast as she could. Selena could feel herself getting light headed, blood seeping out her wounds. Selena made it towards the reception desk and she could see the lady’s eyes widening before rushing to her side.  “Yolanda...” Selena croaked out before darkness took over her.

Selena woke up to bright lights and loud voices. Her eyes were going in and out of focus and she could hear voices talking to each other urgently. Selena woke to people in green scrubs milling around around a body while saying things like “It’s too much blood” and “prepare for a blood transfusion.” She looked around the room wondering what she was doing inside of an operation room.

“Hello,” Selena said aloud, waiting for a doctor or nurse look at her. “Um, excuse me.” The people in the room ignored Selena completely, not even reacting to the sound of her voice. Selena thought she’d ask in spanish. “Hola, ¿Me escuchas?”

They didn’t react to spanish either. Selena walked up to them and asked again.  Selena went to put her hand on one of the nurses shoulders but her hand went right through. What? Selena looked at her hand then tried touching the nurse once again but the same thing happened. Her hand went right through the nurses shoulder. Selena couldn’t believe what was happening. Selena looked at her hand wide eyed.  Selena looked over to the body that was laying on the operation table. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was her. She was seeing her own self.  She was pale and blood was all over the table. She practically looked dead. She probably was dead or at least almost dead. When Selena was younger her mother used to tell her stories that when you’re about to die you get to see the last minutes of your life. Selena thought this what was probably happening with her. Selena looked at herself laying on the table with sadness. She didn’t want to die. She wanted to live with Chris. She wanted to be with her family. She wanted to play more music with the Los Dinos but she knew that would never happen. Selena’s ghostly body started to fade. It was her time to go.  Selena looked at herself and smiled. She didn’t have any regrets in her life but she does regret that she didn’t get to say goodbye to her family. She just wished she could tell them I love you.

There was a great long beep inside of the operation room. Selena’s heart went flatline. On March 31st, 1995 Selena Quintanilla Perez was pronounced dead.