Hello. This will be staying as a shortened drabble for the time being, however I may continue and add chapters later on. Please feel free to review, I always appreciate feedback.
Day Is Gone
Gasping for a breath of air that felt like hot knives in her throat and tasted like blood on her tongue, Tara heaved against the pain that quickly spread through her body. She was curled on the kitchen floor, hazel eyes wide in panic and all she could see was red. Between each gasp, a pained cry rose in her throat and turned into a gurgling cough. "Oh –" She managed, swallowing down the blood with struggled gulps as her eyesight returned after a few panicked blinks. Eli lay next to her, blood pooling beneath his limp body and as far as Tara could tell – he was dead. She wondered for a moment if she too was dead, the doctor in her unable to rationalise what had happened to her. All she knew was that there was pain, on every nerve ending of every part of her body and it felt like Hell.
"J – ax?" She stuttered, closing her eyes again in an attempt to calm the thumping headache that pounded away in her skull. It was if somebody had hit her with a sledgehammer, and then the flashbacks flickered through her mind – pulling her back in time. Back, back, back… Gemma. Whimpering, Tara felt hot tears stream down her cheeks and pool into the corners of her mouth. "Jax!" She cried out louder this time, her ribs protesting against it and forcing another excruciating cough to rise in her chest. She was burning, and the blood sputtered past her lips and onto the floor as she bit on her tongue. It hurts, it hurts. Somebody please help me.
It was as if her prayers were answered as she heard the familiar rumble of her husband's motorcycle, and it encouraged her to try and push herself up on weakened forearms. But her head felt heavier than it had before, and her palms were slippery with her own blood. She was helpless, she was defenceless, she was…
"I'm dying, oh god. I'm dying." She heaved, feeling her heart flutter as something solid pulled her up from the floor. "I'm dying." She whispered again and again, opening her eyes only to see Jax's face above her. She couldn't hear his screams, and could only smile in an attempt to tell him how much she loved him and their sons. But nothing came out, and she gasped for a breath, watching his tears stream down his cheeks. Watching him scream into his phone, not sure of what he was saying.
Lifting bloodied fingertips to his cheek, Tara could feel herself slipping but grit her teeth and bit down onto the desire to live. She was a fighter, she could survive – she was… exhausted. "Jax." She murmured, not knowing if his name passed her lips loud enough for him to hear. "Take care –" Another gasp. " – of my boys." She felt his hands clutch the back of her head, his lips kissing her face and glanced up at the kitchen window to see flashing blue lights before everything faded into dark.