Hurting the one I love the most.
Disclaimer: I dont own Prison Break.
I Just seem to help myself, starting another story when i havent finished the others i have, lol. Why do i put myself through this? haha. Its like an addiction. It just comes calling for me.
Well, i hope you enjoy. RR. :)
Thanks to Jen for Betaing. It. xox.
Chapter One
It wasn't that she didn't love him, or didn't hate him.
You know what it feels like when you love someone so much it hurts? Or if you hate this person so much that you cried? Well she did.
She always had a hard time trying to comprehend what love feels like, but was pretty sure she did love him, love and hate seems to feel like the same thing at times.
Sara couldn't help but sit in the dark room, in the corner undirected by the moonlight like a caged animal.
Why couldn't she just hate him? Or just love him? Things would be so much easier.
The morphine vile and syringe were lying on the flat wooden floorboards just waiting for her to pick it up and take a swig at it.
As she began to pick up the syringe her cell phone rang, looking at the display it told her Michael was calling.
Like she needed to deal with him right now, especially in the current state and mood she was in.
She banged her head against the wall a little too hard because her head started to throb and the phone rings once again.
"What do you want Michael?" growling through the receiver, frustrated at him, at herself and the situation.
Michael was worried about her. This doesn't sound like the Sara he knows, okay sure it was her voice but it wasn't her.
Something was wrong.
Of course he knew though and has for some time but she never has come out and said it.
She hated him.
She hated what he did to her, her life and how it and nothing will ever be the same again.
Thanks to him her Father was dead, her career and life destroyed and she could never go home.
"Are you okay? What's wrong Sara?" He tried to sound calm and casual, not wanting to provoke her. In the last Six months he has learnt what it feels like to be on the receiving end of her temper and he knew better than anyone she wasn't someone who you wanted to piss off.
He was wrong.
It seems anything just a sound was going to set her off tonight.
"Am I okay Michael? No of course I'm not okay. What did you think that a few days would make everything okay?"
He leaned against the wall outside her door and closed his eyes slowly letting all the guilt and regrets come flowing back.
"Sara…"
He could hear her stand up and pace the floor.
Why was she even on the floor to begin with, he asked himself but let it slide from his mind as he had more important things to worry about for the time being.
"You ask what is wrong? I'm not going to tell you because you already know. I'm not giving you the satisfaction of knowing it meant more to me than it did to you."
Forgetting all about the Morphine for the moment she collapsed on the bed toward the centre of the room and closed her eyes.
If this was her attempt to make everything go away it certainly wasn't working, especially with his voice drilling into her head.
"I'm sorry" She hears, his soft voice pumps through her ears making its way into her chest.
Yes it was evitable; no matter how much she tried she can't make that aching pain go away.
The pain and vibration she always gets when she sees him, hears his voice or even thinks about him.
Damn him, she curses herself.
You would assume that after everything she would A) Forgive and move on. B) Walk away from him Or C) Both.
But unfortunately for her she can't seem to do ether. Tried walking away but that solution came crashing down when she learned against her best efforts she can't live without him.
But she can't seem to forgive and forget everything that happened either.
Every time she tries to forgive him, something else happens and she ends up back at square one.
"Sorry isn't going to work this time" She states in a cold tone of voice making it known that this one thing she was bothered about wasn't going to just go away.
"Just tell me what I did so I can make it up to you." His voice was shaky and pleading.
"Why should I need to tell you when it was your doing so you should be able to work it out for yourself, and not me to come and tell you your mistake" Spitting out the last words of that sentence in disgust.
But he still had no idea.
He can feel her heart breaking without having to look at her, if he didn't have this problem of loving her too much he might not bother as much as he has.
But she has no idea what she means to him or how it feels not being able to reach out to her, and comfort her.
"Sara please…"
He pleaded with her, his voice trembling on the verge of tears.
"Let me in, okay?"
He needed to see her; he couldn't let her believe things that just weren't true.
Silence fell between the two, just the sound of breathing and whimpering.
She made a decision one that would end all this heartache and pain, for everyone.
"Don't worry about it Michael. I loved you in this life and I'll love you in the next"
Her words seemed final, which scared him because he knew she must be planning on doing something.
"What are you talking about…?"
Confused he tried the door but to no surprised he found it locked from the inside.
"Sara please… Whatever you are planning, just don't…"
He banged his fists against the door, yelling her name to open up.
She walked back to the floor, filled up the syringe with the Morphine.
"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble…" He didn't have time to respond when she said her final words before hanging up the phone. "Goodbye Michael."
The line went dead.
She put the phone on the floor and rolled up her sleeve, looking down at her arm and tears formed in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Michael."
She took a deep breath and flicked her head back for a moment. Taking in what she was about to do.
She heard him banging and screaming, and then Lincoln talking to Michael.
The walls of the Safe House were quite thin; if you were to yell or talk loudly it was easy to wake up a mouse.
"Michael?" Lincoln looked at his Brother slammed up against Sara's room, banging on the door.
"She…" With tears streaming down the side of his face Michael looked him in the eyes.
"About to do something, we have got to get in there…"
He sounded so needy and scared of losing her.
Lincoln knew that Michael loved her, but up until this very moment he never realized how much.
It was very clear to him and to anyone that could see this scene being played out that he would do anything for her, she was his life. Plain and simple.
He loves her more than he has ever loved anyone, and if Lincoln wanted to admit it to himself, Michael loved her more than he loved him.
This was fine. Michael has never been loved by anyone apart from Linc, until he met her.
She changed him made him alive more than he has ever been before, and he wasn't about to lose her now.
"Okay step back."
After plunging the needle into her vein she suddenly fell face forward, the syringe dropping out of her hands and everything goes blank.
It seems the next few minutes happened in slow motion, or so it seems.
Lincoln manages to break down the door just in time for them to see Sara in the corner, her head just touched her floor and the syringe barely bouncing on the hard wood.
Like a pin drop where all you hear is that sound, the sound of one's life slipping away slowly.
"Nooooo"
Michael rushed in front of his Brother running to where Sara is laid on the floor. "Sara" He screams with all the air he has in his lungs.
He sits in between her body, her head now in his lap as he cries out.
"Don't leave me, Sara, come back to me"
He plants soft kisses on her face while cradling her body back and forth.