A/N: Hey, guys! This is my second fanfic and I'm not sure if it's as good as my first one. Anyway, I will try my best. I was wondering if I should continue this; so let me know, ok? Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
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I woke up today
Woke up wide awake
In an empty bed
Staring at an empty room
I have myself to blame
For the state I'm in today
And now dying
Doesn't seem so cruel
And oh, I don't know what to say
And I don't know anyway
Anymore
I Hate Myself For Losing You—Kelly Clarkson
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Sara walked through the crowd, trying to blend in.
She was all alone now. She didn't have anywhere to stay, no one to go home to. She had no idea where Michael was, and she wasn't even sure if Michael was even alive. Heck, she didn't have any more money to scrap on.
She was just about to enter an electronic store when she was taken aback by what she saw from the store window.
'It has been reported that two of the alleged Fox River 8, Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows, have escaped from the officials who were transporting them back to Fox River Penitentiary. We are still waiting for more information on how the police are handling the situation.' Sara heard from the news report.
Oh My God! Michael is ok! Well, not really, But he's alive and not in prison, I guess.
Sara was just beginning to let out a smile of relief when reality had struck back in. She was still alone. She still had nothing to eat. She still had nowhere to go home to and she sure as hell still didn't have any money left to go on.
She looked for somewhere to be alone, so she walked away from the store and went to find an alley. She tried to calm herself down by going into it, stopping to sit by a dumpster, avoiding any type of contact with any person. She tried to collect herself and gather her thoughts. She tried hard to forget about it, but it just made matters worse. She became more and more worried about Michael and she was on the verge of a meltdown.
Oh, Michael. I wish I could be with you right now. I want to tell you that I never meant to leave you in Gila. I need you, Michael. Please find me. I promise that I won't leave like before. I promise I won't make any more trouble for you. I just, I need to be with you… I love you, Michael. I hope you know that.
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Michael sat in the car in the back seat. Still a little confused on what happened.
'Who are you and why are helping us?' He asked with Lincoln looking on as well.
'My name is Paul Kellerman. I used to work for the Company. They ruined my life and I'm going to bring them down with me.
'Huh, just a coincidence that you had a change of heart.' Lincold huffed, shifting a little on his seat.
'Well, it seems like I am your only chance aren't I?' Kellerman smirked as he looked back at the road ahead.
There was awkward silence for a bit then Michael remembered something. Well, more accurately someone.
'Linc!' Michael whispered into his brother's ear.
'Yeah, Mike? Is there anything wrong?' Lincoln asked noticing the sad look on his little brother's face.
'Linc…' Michael sighed, getting a little glassy eyed. 'Sara.' Michael continued and stared off through the window as he and Lincoln were faced with an awkward silent phase.
Michael no just sat there, trying to piece things together. She was all alone. People were still after her. And she was still NOT with him.
Oh God, Sara. Where are you? Please be ok.
His thoughts were interrupted buy Linc, who was looking at him from the front seat.
'It's ok, Mike. We'll find her.' Lincoln said, 'I promise.'
He tried to calm down, but he couldn't. Not even his brother's promise was enough to make him calm down when it came to Sara. He just stayed silent and thought for a few minutes, hoping Sara would wait for him.
Sara, wait for me. You'll be with me soon. I'll find you. Just stay safe, and wait. I love you, Sara. Don't forget that. I promise you, you'll be in my arms again soon. Then I can protect you. I promise…
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So, what do you think? Sorry it's a little short, I promise I'll make it better if you want me to continue, should I? Please let me know.
Reviews make my day a whole lot lighter.
- Bea