Hi everyone ! So, this is my very first Criminal Minds story. Emily's inner thoughts when Doyle almost killed her (6x18).
- I just want to thank Rachel again (CriminalMindsWhore) for reading and correcting this. You really are amazing, girl :)
I hope you will like it..
BROKEN
"I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating.
In the pain, there is healing
So, I'm holding on, I'm holding on"
Here I am, lying on the ground. I'm bleeding, I can feel it. I feel so cold. Everything happened so fast. A few minutes ago, I was still fighting against Ian. Ian Doyle.
Sean was right. We were all in danger. You can't hide from Doyle. I thought my past was over; really over. I never imagined that my life as Lauren Reynolds would come back to haunt me one day. I guess I was wrong. Because here I am, in the basement of this warehouse. Eight years ago, I was Lauren, engaged to Ian, caring for, Declan. And tonight he just staked me with a wooden table leg. I can't move. I can't scream. I can't call for help. I can barely open my mouth to utter a word. Even breathing seems almost impossible. Every inch of my body hurts. Seconds seem like hours. And I start thinking, about people from my past. Ian. Declan and Louise. Clyde, Sean,Tsia, my Interpol partners. We wanted to fight this on our own even though it was probably the last thing we should have done.
"See what it led to, Emily," I think to myself. My thoughts stray to the people of my present. Hotch, Reid, Rossi. JJ, Garcia. And Morgan. No matter how much I may have needed their help, I couldn't involve them. It was my fight. I couldn't risk it. They're all I have. They're my family. Who would actually put their own family in danger?
Images flash through my mind. My past and my present are all mixed up together now. And suddenly I hear a noise; doors slamming and then Derek is next to me. Trying to make me stay alive. I know there's no point. I probably won't make it.
"Stay with me, baby, come on, stay with me!" he screams.
The pain is becoming worse and worse. "Let…me…go," I whisper.
I can hear Derek, the panic in his voice. He's holding my hands in his.
"I am proud of you because you are my friend and you are my partner."
I hear him and I can't answer. I just try to squeeze his hands back. It's not enough, but it's all I can do. I never told him what a great friend and partner he was, too. I never thanked him for everything he did for me. I never thanked any of them. And I don't have enough strength left to do it now. There are so many things I should have said. But I can't. So I just squeeze his hands, hoping he understands how much it actually means, how much I'm trying to say.
My eyes are closing now and I can feel my life…leaving my body.
So... I hope this was not too bad. Please *puppy dog eyes* review and let me know if you liked it or disliked it. It would mean a lot to me and would help me to improve :)
Audrey -