Title: Why
Author: Bex
Feedback / E-Mail: I would love to hear what you think. I'm kinda new to this, so don't be too harsh. R/R. I'm looking for a better reader to.
Disclaimer: All Alias characters belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC. I don't own any of them.
Classification / Genre: Drama
Summary: Death is a hard thing to cope with. Will writing a letter help?
Rating: PG-13 *** I was told to write this letter. She said it would help. She said it would ease the pain. 'She' is my psychiatrist, Laura Welsh. I've been seeing her for the past 2 months, ever since you left me. I went to see you again today. It's almost become a ritual. I've got to see you every day, even if I don't mean to, I some how end up there. I just sit there. Sometimes crying, sometimes talking, sometimes just staring lifelessly at the stone. At the words. But I'm always thinking the same thing; why did you have to die? You didn't deserve to. It should have been me. Every time I fall asleep I see it happening all over again. It's like I'm there again. I remember that we had finally cornered her. We we're going to turn her in. It was going just fine. And then.. I remember the shot. It all happened so fast. I remember the blood. There was so much blood and it was coming from your chest. I remember her running, but I didn't chase her. No, I should of, but I was to busy trying to save you. There was so much blood and nothing I did could stop it. I tried so hard. I remember holding the wound tightly, but the blood flowed under my hands. I felt so helpless. I was just sitting there watching you die. And there wasn't a thing I could do. Then you told me that you loved me and you kissed me. And I finally admitted that I loved you. I had always loved you. I don't know why I hadn't told you before. Why I'd left it until it was too late. I remember your heartbeat stopping and apart of me dying with you. I started screaming for you to wake up, begging you to wake up. I just broke down weeping on your chest. Apart of me thought that you couldn't die now, because I loved you too much. So much that it could stop you leaving me. I didn't leave you until the CIA arrived and Weiss pulled me off you. I can't live without you. Why did you have to go? You were my guardian angle, my guide, my hope, my helper, my psychiatrist, my protector, my best friend, my everything. You help me so much. You were light at the end of the tunnel. You were always there. And I didn't tell you how I felt until it was too late. That I loved you. That I needed you. I still need you. It hurts so much without you. I want to die. I can't see any point of going on. I keep dialling your number, expecting to hear you voice. Or walking into the warehouse, expecting to find you there. But you're not. There's just emptiness. The world is empty without you. I'm going to get revenge for your death, I promise. Even if it kills me, I will. You didn't deserve to die, but she does. I hate her so much. I HATE HER. I will kill her. My mother will die, I swear. I miss you so much Vaughn. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to die? Why?
Author: Bex
Feedback / E-Mail: I would love to hear what you think. I'm kinda new to this, so don't be too harsh. R/R. I'm looking for a better reader to.
Disclaimer: All Alias characters belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC. I don't own any of them.
Classification / Genre: Drama
Summary: Death is a hard thing to cope with. Will writing a letter help?
Rating: PG-13 *** I was told to write this letter. She said it would help. She said it would ease the pain. 'She' is my psychiatrist, Laura Welsh. I've been seeing her for the past 2 months, ever since you left me. I went to see you again today. It's almost become a ritual. I've got to see you every day, even if I don't mean to, I some how end up there. I just sit there. Sometimes crying, sometimes talking, sometimes just staring lifelessly at the stone. At the words. But I'm always thinking the same thing; why did you have to die? You didn't deserve to. It should have been me. Every time I fall asleep I see it happening all over again. It's like I'm there again. I remember that we had finally cornered her. We we're going to turn her in. It was going just fine. And then.. I remember the shot. It all happened so fast. I remember the blood. There was so much blood and it was coming from your chest. I remember her running, but I didn't chase her. No, I should of, but I was to busy trying to save you. There was so much blood and nothing I did could stop it. I tried so hard. I remember holding the wound tightly, but the blood flowed under my hands. I felt so helpless. I was just sitting there watching you die. And there wasn't a thing I could do. Then you told me that you loved me and you kissed me. And I finally admitted that I loved you. I had always loved you. I don't know why I hadn't told you before. Why I'd left it until it was too late. I remember your heartbeat stopping and apart of me dying with you. I started screaming for you to wake up, begging you to wake up. I just broke down weeping on your chest. Apart of me thought that you couldn't die now, because I loved you too much. So much that it could stop you leaving me. I didn't leave you until the CIA arrived and Weiss pulled me off you. I can't live without you. Why did you have to go? You were my guardian angle, my guide, my hope, my helper, my psychiatrist, my protector, my best friend, my everything. You help me so much. You were light at the end of the tunnel. You were always there. And I didn't tell you how I felt until it was too late. That I loved you. That I needed you. I still need you. It hurts so much without you. I want to die. I can't see any point of going on. I keep dialling your number, expecting to hear you voice. Or walking into the warehouse, expecting to find you there. But you're not. There's just emptiness. The world is empty without you. I'm going to get revenge for your death, I promise. Even if it kills me, I will. You didn't deserve to die, but she does. I hate her so much. I HATE HER. I will kill her. My mother will die, I swear. I miss you so much Vaughn. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to die? Why?