Hello people sorry it's been a while, here's a brand new fanfic based around EastEnders, I chose to do this one because iv had quite a few people ask why I haven't done another, seeing as the last one 'state of mind' was well liked I figured now David Wicks is back its time to do a second. Anyway as always I hope you enjoy reading, please comment or review if the mood takes you.
Someone to watch over me.
Chapter one
David sat alone, his head spinning, thoughts rushing through his mind. He felt scared, afraid of the future, afraid of what was to come. Carol was his world now, his head kept telling him to run a mile, but he couldn't, not this time. This time it was forever, he loved her, but his fear was holding him back, constantly taunting him.
Over the past few months he had been trying his hardest to treasure every last moment, for their future was so unsure, the chemotherapy was taking its toll. Carol had completely lost her hair, she was as bald as a coot, she was trying to put on a brave face yet David could see it was all an act.
He often sat outside the bathroom listening to her cry, he so wanted to break the door down, wrap his arms round her, to hold her, to make it all ok. That was the problem though, it wasn't all ok and right now he had a terrible niggling feeling that something bad was on the horizon.
Everything he did seemed to fall on deaf ears, he cooked, cleaned, did all the shopping and walked proudly with his head held high, his hand in Carols hand their fingers entwined, he wasn't embarrassed at all, if only the same could be said for Carol.
Lately she complained about his public display of affection, she criticised his every move, whatever he did was wrong, she was pushing him away. He shook his head and stood up, running his hand through his hair he began walking towards the house, it was getting dark now the night was cold, a gush of wind caught him off guard causing him to stumble slightly. He placed both hands on a near by wall to steady himself, he didn't want to go in, not yet, his eyes moved slowly towards the queen Vic, he contemplated popping over for a drink but he couldn't face the questions, that's all he got from people lately - questions, questions and more questions.
Of course the entire square was concerned about Carol, she had many friends, many people supporting her, this made David a tad uncomfortable he felt his job was being taken away from him. Whenever he tried to comfort her the same way other people did she totally blanked him, when he tried to give her a cuddle she backed away, he didn't understand it.
"David!" Came a voice from down the street, it was Terry, he hurried towards David an anxious look spread across his face, David gave him a polite nod "Terry" he muttered in a low tone.
"You haven't seen a short, bald woman knocking around have you?" He asked.
David shot him a look.
"Are you taking the piss!?" He spat standing up straight with clenched fists. Terry backed away his anxious look was now faded, he took a step back "no Dave mate, this woman she ran off without paying me the cab fair" he stated genuinely taking another step back.
"Is that right?" Questioned David placing his hands on his hips, Terry failed to respond allowing David to continue "One, never call me Dave and two, never refer to me as your mate!" He snapped pushing past Terry and heading to the pub, now he really needed a drink.
"Large whisky Mick" he called slamming a fifty pound note down on the bar.
"How's your Carol mate?" Asked Mick walking over a hint of sympathy in his voice. Here come the questions thought David "oh you know, cold, tetchy, keeps threatening to swap me for a dildo" replied David.
"Oh urm" "Lost for words are you?" Challenged David. Mick looked away unsure how to react. "How do you think she is Mick?" Continued David his voice now slightly raised, people began looking up from what they were doing, slowly the place went quiet.
"Look mate I'm sorry, I was only asking" Mick finally replied his voice almost a whisper. Seconds later Max appeared by Davids side, he could see there was going to be trouble, he placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm him "can I have a word David?"
"You can have two, one is off" spat David shrugging Max's hand away and storming out of the pub. He was now in a really bad mood, he knew deep down people were only trying to be nice, understanding you might say, but of course nobody understood, not really, how could they possibly understand? It wasn't them with a sick, dying loved one, it wasn't them that had to deal with the sickness, the mood swings, the crying, they didn't have to live in constant fear everyday and night.
He glanced across the square to the light shinning brightly from the houses upstairs window, behind that window is where Carol would be sat he throught, most likely in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection, a reflection of what she had become, a reflection of a person she no longer recognised.
David wiped away a tear and began a slow walk towards the house, holding back the tears he took in a sharp breath, he still didn't want to go home. As he walked his mind flicked over different memories, memories of his life in the square with Carol, his mother, his children, his many love interests.
Half of these people were no longer here, they were either dead or had moved on, the square suddenly seemed very small, he suddenly felt very alone. Just then the sound of breaks screeching could be heard, he turned around not a moment to soon, quickly taking a step back he fell over the curb hitting the ground hard as the vehicle sped past.
"What the fuck!?" He yelped sitting up holding his shoulder. Suddenly a loud screech of breaks could be heard, a cacophony of sounds hit Davids ears, the atmosphere was filled with screams, screams of terror, he forced himself to his feet and rushed around the corner, he stopped and looked on in horror.
He pleaded his eyes were deceiving him, Carol lay lifelessly on the ground, Bianca by her side yelling and crying for help, the car was near by, it had crashed into a wall, shattered glass covered the road, he raced over and handed Bianca his mobile telling her, screaming at her to call an ambulance, a crowed had now began to gather, David was shaking, tears were blinding him.
The ambulance and police soon arrived, David and Bianca were quickly ushered to one side, the pair stood holding each other tightly, silently praying Carol would be ok.
"You better not treat that fucking maniac" shouted David to the emergency team. He was given a strange look from them all "the driver of the car" screamed David in anger.
"Sir" replied an officer of the law "there was no driver" …...…
That's all for chapter one guys! Hope you liked it! Please comment if you can!
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