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Authors Note: I really don't know what posessed me to write this but oh well whats done is done. I mean that is why they call it fanfiction right? So we can take the characters and make them do and say what we want. And I've always been big on UC pairings.
Disclaimer: I so don't own General Hospital or else AJ NEVER would have drank again and Jax would not be in love with Skye.
I guess I'm in denial. I mean she can't be dead. What grandfather said was right. She always bested me. Nothing ever brought her down. Not completely. She's a survivor and she's out there somewhere. Alive. I know it. I need to find her. The police won't tell me anything. I didn't even know she learned how to drive. I offered to teach her once but she was scared. Said she wasn't meant to be behind the wheel. I wonder if there is any news as I turn on the radio. Damn it! Nothing. I'm actually getting worried and it's getting hard to breathe. I glance at the Vodka and various other liquors laid out before me. I've gotta get out of here. I run past Courtney at the front door.
"AJ where are you going?" She calls after me.
I don't answer I just run. No one ever knew this but Carly and I had a secret place. We used to go there when one of us was hurt or upset or just to get away. It's on Spoon Island actually. It's like this little house, shack, whatever. It's on the other side of the island behind the mansion. The Cassadines seem to have forgotten about it. At least no one ever bothered us when we were there before. I'm almost there now. I guess a part of me is hoping she is there now waiting for me like nothing bad ever happened.
Fuck! Empty! In fact it looks exactly the same as it did last time I was here. I wonder if it is still here, I think as I search through the desk drawers. Aha! Carly was so beautiful that day. Our wedding. Another thing nobody knows about us. We kept a wedding album. Sometimes I wonder just what went wrong. I know we had our problems but there was I time when I loved Carly more than anything and I know she felt the same. You know whats funny? I still love her now. I just didn't realize how much until I found out I might never see her again. She may never yell at me again or call me a drunken loser. I guess I was what went wrong. I was never really good enough for her. I can't think of anyone who is. Oh my God, I'm crying. I go into the bedroom to lay down and cry myself to sleep. I'm dreaming about Carly. It starts out good. We are happily married and we are playing with Michael in the park. The she gets angry and speeds off in a car. I chase after her running all the way. I reach her just in time to see the car plummet over the side of a cliff. I scream, "NOOOOOO!" and jump up out of bed panting and sweating. As soon as I get myself together I hear a noise outside. Carly, I think to myself as I run towards the door.
A.N. Ok so I know this is really short but I'm just trying to see if this story can even go anywhere. If anyone is even interested. So please review. Tell me if you liked it or didn't so I know what to do next.
Authors Note: I really don't know what posessed me to write this but oh well whats done is done. I mean that is why they call it fanfiction right? So we can take the characters and make them do and say what we want. And I've always been big on UC pairings.
Disclaimer: I so don't own General Hospital or else AJ NEVER would have drank again and Jax would not be in love with Skye.
I guess I'm in denial. I mean she can't be dead. What grandfather said was right. She always bested me. Nothing ever brought her down. Not completely. She's a survivor and she's out there somewhere. Alive. I know it. I need to find her. The police won't tell me anything. I didn't even know she learned how to drive. I offered to teach her once but she was scared. Said she wasn't meant to be behind the wheel. I wonder if there is any news as I turn on the radio. Damn it! Nothing. I'm actually getting worried and it's getting hard to breathe. I glance at the Vodka and various other liquors laid out before me. I've gotta get out of here. I run past Courtney at the front door.
"AJ where are you going?" She calls after me.
I don't answer I just run. No one ever knew this but Carly and I had a secret place. We used to go there when one of us was hurt or upset or just to get away. It's on Spoon Island actually. It's like this little house, shack, whatever. It's on the other side of the island behind the mansion. The Cassadines seem to have forgotten about it. At least no one ever bothered us when we were there before. I'm almost there now. I guess a part of me is hoping she is there now waiting for me like nothing bad ever happened.
Fuck! Empty! In fact it looks exactly the same as it did last time I was here. I wonder if it is still here, I think as I search through the desk drawers. Aha! Carly was so beautiful that day. Our wedding. Another thing nobody knows about us. We kept a wedding album. Sometimes I wonder just what went wrong. I know we had our problems but there was I time when I loved Carly more than anything and I know she felt the same. You know whats funny? I still love her now. I just didn't realize how much until I found out I might never see her again. She may never yell at me again or call me a drunken loser. I guess I was what went wrong. I was never really good enough for her. I can't think of anyone who is. Oh my God, I'm crying. I go into the bedroom to lay down and cry myself to sleep. I'm dreaming about Carly. It starts out good. We are happily married and we are playing with Michael in the park. The she gets angry and speeds off in a car. I chase after her running all the way. I reach her just in time to see the car plummet over the side of a cliff. I scream, "NOOOOOO!" and jump up out of bed panting and sweating. As soon as I get myself together I hear a noise outside. Carly, I think to myself as I run towards the door.
A.N. Ok so I know this is really short but I'm just trying to see if this story can even go anywhere. If anyone is even interested. So please review. Tell me if you liked it or didn't so I know what to do next.