My head is pounding. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my own heart beating; the steady rhythm is kind of comforting. It keeps me company in the darkness that surrounds me. Is it really beating that loudly? Can anyone else hear it? Of course not Olivia, you're alone. No one can hear it. No one knows that you are laying here.

Alone.

I laugh. I can't believe I'm talking to myself, but then again, who else can I talk to?

I cough and my abdomen stings with pain. I don't even know how long I've been lying here. Glass is everywhere. I can feel it beneath my head, it doesn't hurt, at least I don't think it does. I can't feel much of anything right now. Photos are smashed like I hated the smiling faces that were in them…but I don't. I can't see the full extent of the damage done to my apartment from where I am…but I think it's bad.

My breathing is getting heavy; I think I'm falling asleep.

Wait…what's that…is that my phone? I struggle to turn my head towards the kitchen where my phone sits on my counter. The phone violently vibrates…so much that I think it might fall off. Whoever it is should call back later, maybe then I can find the strength to get up to answer it.

Maybe it's him.

No, it's probably Amaro. I was just supposed to come home to shower and change cloths then head straight back to the precinct. I don't think that's gonna happen now. It's ringing again. I know I need to answer it, but I don't think it's possible.

I don't know how much time has gone by, but this is the 8th call that has gone unanswered and I'm still laying here in this same spot, in the same pool of blood that has accumulated around my limp body. I can't really tell where it's coming from. I don't really remember what happened.

Another missed call.

I gotta figure out how to get myself to the phone, I'm getting cold and my headache has gone away. That's not a good sign.

Knock ,Knock, Knock

Someone's at the door now, I need to get to it. It's much closer than the kitchen…

Knock ,Knock, Knock

"Olivia, are you in there?"

It's Nick, I need to let him know I'm here. I try to move my legs but I can't feel them. What the hell, my whole body feels numb.

Knock ,Knock, Knock

"Cap, she's not answering the door…yea, I think she's home. Her car is out front…what do you want me to do?"

I can hear him, sounds like he's on the phone. I need to get his attention, but I can't move. I need to yell for help. I laugh, why didn't I think of that before?

"Nick…." well that was weak, my voice is hoarse.

"Nick…" I try again, a little louder this time. The pain is coming back.

"Nick…" I hope these walls are thin enough so he can hear my weak calls.

"Wait a minute Cap, I think I hear something."

"Nick…please…help" The pain is hitting me full force, my head is spinning. I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. I can feel my eyes closing.

I need to stay awake.

Darkness is taking over…this is it for me. Never thought it would end like this. And still, all I can think of is him. We haven't spoken in months. I'm so pathetic, I'm dying and all I can think of is him.

Light engulfs the room; I can see it even with my eyes closed. It's warm and I welcome it with open arms.

"Jesus Christ…"

I can feel hands on me, pulling me from my thoughts of death.

"Liv! Can you hear me?"

I can, but barely. I'm dying and there is nothing that he can do about it. He's too late. I can hear him talking; I can't understand what he's saying now…it sounds like I'm under water. I'm trying to stay focused on him. But darkness welcomes me once again, and the pain subsides. I can rest now…

To Be Continued…