A/n: Hey everybody. I just wanted to hit you guys with the prologue so you could see where I'm actually going with this story. I really hope this make you want to read the redo. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review and tell me what you think on if I should just redo the whole thing or just continue from where I left off. Thanks!
With Love,
Tamara
Prologue:
Still. Quite. Tears. Guilt. Sobbing. Heartbroken. Wondering. Searching. Emptiness. These are the emotions going through every person in this room. Everybody's still, to scared that if they even move an half of inch they will miss the news that they are waiting to come. It's quite because mostly everybody has nothing to say. It's not like you can start a pleasant conversation in a place like this.
Tears fall for the people they love, waiting to hear something about them. Guilt for some of these people knowing or thinking it was their fault. Sobbing for the news finally coming your way, it's just not what you wanted to hear. Or cause a few tears couldn't cover how they were feeling right now. Heartbroken that this was something, or think it was something, they could have prevented. Or because they know, that all they could do for the person they love was sit in those blue plastic ass chairs that makes your butt go numb. At least it matches the way your whole body feels.
Wondering, what really happened and could it really have been prevented? Searching for the answers to the many questions going through their heads. One being, 'What will I do if this person doesn't make it?'. Emptiness in your heart where that person use to be. Will their laugh or their smile ever fill it again?
In my life I've only felt two or three of these emotions at one time. But now, feeling them hit me one by one, stronger then the last, and repeating it's cycle over and over again was driving me insane. Why does my life have to always amount to a disaster? Was this my fault? Will everything go back to normal? Will I ever see him again, smiling that beautiful half smile? Will my emotions ever be in control again?
"I'm looking for the family of Tom Quincy" From the grim look on the doctor's face, my emotions probably didn't reach their all time high.