Heads I stand, tails I fall..

Tails I fall.

She heard a voice calling her name; shouting at her to stop, but it was to late. She had taken that step, that step that lead to nothing. Nothing but air. And then she was falling. Falling fast. But it felt good. It felt right.

At last all her worries and guilt were gone. Nothing mattered anymore. Nick, the fire, the factory, it all seemed completely irrelevant.

She thought of who would miss her, but thankfully she had managed to cut the ties of her few friends and lover.

How long would it be before people started to notice her permanent absence from their lives?

She had come to the conclusion many would be better off without her. Michelle would no longer have the self-centred friend who was the primary reason for both her brothers deaths. Nick would no longer have the stealing, alcoholic, gambling addict of a girlfriend. He was a good man and deserved much better. And Roy, well Roy would no longer have to put up with the burden of a person left behind by his late wife.

The factory was in safe hands. Sally and Alya could run the place together. It would thrive in their capable management, much better than she could have done.

The wives of Manchester could all relax now, the husband-stealing-black-hearted woman had been put to rest, in such a way only she deserved.

And that was it. She felt her body smash against the rocky ground before she blacked out. She prayed she would never awaken. Her life wasn't worth it anymore. She had lost and hurt so many people in her life, this was all she deserved. Lying there, as good as dead, at the bottom of an abandoned quarry.


"CARLA!" He cried. He was to late. Once again he had failed her. All these years he had been hiding, hiding from the curse that was Wetherfeild. He had heard from one source on the street of everything that had happened to her; Tony, Frank and then Peter. They had all destroyed her slowly but surely. She didn't deserve that, she deserved much better.

He had returned to the street with a proposal for her. One that he hoped would bring her happiness at last. But he was to late, to late to save his Carla.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he pulled his phone out his pocket. Maybe just maybe there was a chance she could still be alive.

"Nine, nine, nine. What's your emergency please." The operator spoke down the line. She was a female, a young one, no more than thirty. What he would do to be that age again.

"She's jumped. She's jumped off a cliff." He replied, chocking on a clump of tears as he caught sight of her. Even from a distance she looked peaceful lying there. If nothing else at least that was some reassurance. He should be happy. Happy that she had found peace at last.

"Okay, and your name please sir.." The operator asked. She sounded so calm it almost annoyed him. How could she be calm in a time like this. Carla Connor, his beautiful Carla had just attempted suicide right before him. And the worst thing was she might of well succeeded.

"Liam. Liam Connor."

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