Out of My Mind

Chapter 1:Prologue

A/N: Hi! This story is going to be a little different. I'm not quite sure if I believe that everything in this story can actually happen, but I'm going to give it a spin anyway. Please review, I want to know if you like it, or what I can do to change something to make it better or easier to understand. Thanks! Please R&R!


Sam's POV:

So this how it ends, huh? Laying on the cold, Lowe's floor which is now sticky with my own blood, watching myself die. Not very exciting if you ask me but it gives me time to think about my beautiful wife, Julianna Braddock, our five-year-old Sadie, three-year-old Matthew, named after my best friend that I killed, and one-year-old Amber. Yep, father of three little ones. I am, or was still working at SRU, Team Leader of Team Three until tonight I guess. Hey, look! There's Greg! And Ed! And Spike! And, Jules? What is she doing here? In uniform? I thought she was taking today off to stay with Amber. I holler out to them when I see them climbing out of the trucks in the store-front's bright lights, but they don't hear me. I walk over to my body, which is bleeding out more that it was a few minutes ago, and sigh. Why couldn't I have just moved out of the way? If I had, I wouldn't have four bullets in my chest, my guts wouldn't be spilling out onto the floor due to some crazy wiring mess these guys tore into me with, and my head wouldn't be so busted up from that blasted paint can. I should've been smart and slipped out the back doors but no, I had to come to the front to nearly be slaughtered in front of the rest of the hostages. Am I sorry I did it? No, I don't regret a thing. At least they moved me back a few aisles so you can't see me. I had to admit, I've seen some busted up guys overseas and on the job and it doesn't normally bother me, but looking down at myself, I feel sort of queasy. It isn't a pretty sight and I sure don't want Jules to see me like this. Maybe if I can catch their attention, they'll leave my body alone. It's a strange feeling, seeing yourself and feeling yourself while being somewhere else at the same time. My body is unconscious, I know I won't make it for much longer, I've lost too much blood and I'm too injured. I sit on the shelves and watch my former team negotiating with the twelve men prowling around the store in regular civilian clothes, no masks or anything. Not too smart, but smart enough to bust me up this badly. I walk outside to Greg, who's mainly worried about my body inside and I tell him not to worry about me and to save the rest of the hostages first but he turns and walks away from me.

"Well that's rude." I mutter as he talk tactics with Ed.

Spike is trying to console my queen, but he can't say anything to make her feel any better. I wish someone would listen to me. I'm right here.

"Sammy I love you." Jules whispers inside Spike's truck of toys, touching a computer screen where the camera is focused on my body. Speaking of which, I should probably check on it. Maybe I can wake it up and get both of us of there.

"Jules I love you too, babe. It's going to be okay." I tell her, kissing her check and wrapping my arms around her.

She doesn't answer me. It's driving me crazy! I see myself, I feel myself, I'm not myself. I'm watching my body, I'm feeling my body but I'm out of my body and I'm out of my mind! I have some time left, I'll tell you what happened. It all started two hours ago.


A/N: Please tell me what you think! I really want to know! Thanks again!