Okay so I got bored but make of this what you will.
"Roy," Carla starts and she can't bring herself to say anything more as the man who never gave up on her, the man who was there for her through so much looks at her with pure disgust on his face.
"I-I'm sorry." She says, although he can't hear her now, having already joined his girlfriend in the ambulance.
She knows he can't hear her but she doesn't mind, she prefers that he'd ignore her apology than refuse to accept it.
"Darling I know you are, don't worry. Everything's going to be okay." She barely registers it as Michelle leans down, desperately trying to encourage her best friend to look her in the eye as the only thing stopping her from falling to the ground is her dad and sister holding each of her arms as she leans against the edge of her car.
The car that caused so much destruction.
But, it didn't. It wasn't the car that caused it.
It was her.
It was all her and now so many people are going to pay the price, all because of her.
It isn't like its the first time. And that's all Carla can see in her mind, all the people she's hurt, all the lives lost. To her, it's all her fault. She's caused this all.
"Look can we take her inside please," she vaguely hears Johnny's voice yet she doesn't show any recognition.
Before she knows it, she feels a tug on her arms as she's lead towards and into the bistro by the only people left who care about her.
"The- the- the car- Cathy- I - I didn't see," She desperately tries to explain herself as they enter the bistro, silently begging they haven't followed Nick and Roy and everyone else before them and given up on her too.
"It's okay. Look, just sit down. Everything's gonna be alright. I promise." Johnny carefully reassures her as they place her unresponsive body onto a chair in the bistro.
She doesn't respond, instead looks round as if she's inspecting the room. The room she just got married in, and the room her husband dumped her in just minutes afterwards.
"Is Cathy gonna be okay?" She can barely get the words out, unable to comprehend what's happened, what she's caused.
"Honestly sweetheart? We don't know. Don't worry about that now." As Johnny tells her, she looks up in confusion at him, unable to understand how she's meant to not worry about everything she's ruined in such a short space of time.
Suddenly, her eyes are drawn upwards as someone walks into the bistro. Someone who she doesn't think she can even bare to look at, fearful of the way he could twist things now. Someone she once planned to spend the rest of her life with. Someone who she married just today, thinking that after that nothing could possibly go wrong.
"Well, well. Looks like the more time that goes by, the more lives you ruin." Nick scoffs, although she can hear the pain evident in his voice.
"Just leave it Nick." Johnny tells him, viciously.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't that your car out there? What were you, drunk? It's not like it'd be the first time." He says and she can see in the way he looks at her that he just wants a reaction, he wants to know that she's hurting just as much as he is.
"Nick, I think you should go." Aidan tells him, slightly calmer than his dad was.
"Why should I go? This is my wedding too and- oh wait." He starts laughing as the few people still remaining in the bistro, look on. "You see, I was gonna say this is my restaurant but it isn't, is it?" He carries on laughing, not a humorous one, but instead a slightly maniacal one which, along with his harsh tone towards his wife, shocks everyone. "No, this isn't my bistro, my slag of a wife made sure of that."
"Nick, that's enough!" Johnny suddenly shouts, unable to see the way he's getting to his daughter as she still sits motionless, the only signs of life being the tears occasionally falling from her eyes.
"Oh, it's daddy to the rescue now, is it?" Nick continues to laugh, as many people are gathered, clearly concerned.
Before Nick gets the chance to continue, he's interrupted.
"How can you stand there and say these things?" Carla asks, as if she has no fight left in her. "After everything, I thought you loved me."
"Yeah I did." He pauses as there's an eerie silence. "More fool me- eh?" He hastily storms out of the bistro.
"Hey, are you okay?" Kate gently shakes Carla's shoulder, eager to get a response from her sister.
"I need to go." She quickly gets off her chair and begins to walk to the door of the bistro before anyone can stop her.
"Carla, what are you doing? Where are you going? The police might need to talk to you," Michelle tries to reason with her but she just shakes her head in response.
Michelle, Johnny, Aidan and Kate desperately try to follow her out of the bistro but by the time they've gotten out they realise they're too late. With the business of the road, it's impossible to see where Carla's gone.
All they know, is that they would no doubt spend the night worrying about where their daughter, sister and best friend could possibly be.
Little did they know, the next time they'd see her would be when they find her, cold, alone with no signs of life.
I don't really know what this is, I just kinda wrote it. I hope you enjoy it. Please review if you have the time as I'm very unsure and I'd love to see what people think.