This is my first go at a fanfic. Please read and review.
As they carried her body out of Fitzgeralds, he didn't want to be there. He felt someone put their hand on his shoulder and he heard Breandon say his name but he didn't want to be near anyone right now. He walked away. Away from his friends, away from her lifeless body. He couldn't believe that just half an hour ago he'd been the happiest man alive,, the girl he loved loved him back and they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. Now she was cold and lifeless.
He walked halfway across the bridge and began to cry. He'd never felt pain like this before. He looked up at the sky asking God why he had done it? When he heard no reply he looked at the church, his church. No more pretending. He slipped off his clerical collar and threw it in the river. He decided to walk somewhere, anywhere, to try to get rid of his feelings
Just then the ambulance pulled up beside him. His friend, Dr Michael, opened the back door and asked him to get in, to accompany her. But he couldn't. He couldn't bear to look on her face again. So he shook his head and carried on walking. Michael got back into the ambulance and off it went.
Back outside Fitzgeralds, Father Mac had seen the reaction of his curate and, realising that Peter wouldn't be coming back for a while, coughed gently. "i'm going to open St Josephs if anyone would like to come and pray for Assumpta." As he began walking up the hill he noticed everyone who had been at the pub begin to follow him. Suddenly Kathleen came running across wanting to know what had happened. She stood, as shocked as anyone, as Father Mac related the story to her,he invited her up to the church with them. Although Assumpta had never been one of Kathleen's favourite people, Kathleen was a devout Catholic. The death of someone in the village was saddening to all.
Peter walked not knowing where he was going. Suddenly he looked up and saw he was in a clearing; the clearing with the statue. He remembered what Assumpta had said to him that time she came upon him here. Now, all he could think of was every little thing she'd ever said to him, every look she'd ever given him. It was too overwhelming. He collapsed to his knees and began to cry.
The ambulance continued on it's sombre way to Cildargan hospital. Dr Michael sat in the back of the ambulance looking at the still body infront of him. He'd brought Assumpta into this world; he didn't think he'd see her out of it like this. The ambulance lit up as a lightning bolt hit the road. The driver had no chance of avoiding it. It passed right through the ambulance, right through Assumpta. Michael gasped. "Step on it!" he shouted, "she's awake!"
At the same time the small mournful congregation in the church heard a terrifying primal scream. They all looked at each other with the same thought.
Peter.
I hope to have the next part soon. All reviews very welcome. :D