Disclaimer::
I do not own CSI: Miami, the show belongs to CBS. Im just borrowing em for this story.
I do how ever, own my Original Characters..=]
AN::
This is my first csi: miami story, I already have chapter two ready, but Ill see if this can grab some of you guys'/gals' attention. I am very excited to have written this, and for some potential readers to follow it/read it. I assure you, Ill try to make it as long as I can.
So, without further ado, here is The Carousel :]
Summary::
Jesse Cardoza has a sister that has schizophrenia. He meets her under unusual circumstances, and finds himself, and her, in a situation that has Horatio and the team in search.
It seems so surreal, how life is just a blur, and you just fall through the cracks.
That's how Sarah Layne Cardoza felt.
Falling.
With such sweet movements, its almost sorrow.
That's how she ended up on the streets, going through the crowd, looking for a home;
mainly her family.
She could never feel anything, but always hearing words, seeing things, feeling alone.
She wondered of everyone had their own "world".
She felt different, like everyone thought she has a disease..
She felt so safe, with him around, holding her every step of the painful way of life.
But now, he had betrayed her, left her in this cold white room.
No Food.
No Water.
No Warmth.
No "your beautiful".
No Nothing.
Being sucked into his own little "world" and playing these mind games, he said they would be okay.
Okay was always the word that sickened her.
It made her feel dirty.
Dirty.
That's how the floors were.
Kinda a murky brown.
It felt kinda soft.
Dirt, maybe?
Sarah looked up, the white walls were glistening. They were crying.
There's the word again.
Sorrow.
Through her eyes, the walls were crying.
Why were they crying?
She wanted to help them.
Honest.
Oh, what was that noise?
Sounds awful!
OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP!
Sarah tucked her head between her arms, lacing her fingers ontop of her head and she just yelled.
Yelled as loud as her voice could hold. But finally it had stopped.
Why must he play the mind games?!
She hated it!
She hated it and hated him!
Hearing the door open she didn't bother to move, she just held her breath, hoping she would disappear into the crying walls. Hearing a slight scuffle she peaked her head up. A man that was taller than her, and black hair..had entered the room. He looked bloody.
Just like she was.
He was pushed to the floor by the man who had just pushed him into his own world.
He's the new player in the mind games.
Sarah let her breath go, just to make sure that she was heard.
He looked down to her, she just pulled her eyes away from him, scooting over back to the dirty corner. She hoped he would just stay over there. She didn't trust him.
She didn't trust anyone.
She was in her own world.
He has to stay in his.
But he decided to move towards her.
"Im with the Miami-Dade police department.." he spoke softly to her.
Clearly, identification.
She didn't care.
They never cared for such small precious innocent beings, like herself.
"My name is Jesse."
He has a name?
HE HAS A NAME!
"Sa..Sarah." she quickly stuttered out her name. She wasn't one of those girls who wanted to get "friendly" with anyone..
Especially guys.
It was gross.
"Sarah, pretty name." small talk.
Figures.
"That's what he said at..at fir-first." there goes the stutteration..
Was that a word?
Stutteration.
It's a word now.
"Who? Sarah, who is he?" He wanted answers.
"The guy who wants to play." she just stared at the dirt on the floor. He had blood smeared on his white (was crisp) shirt. And of course, some black suit pants.
And a purple tie.
"What kind of games?" he seems to be catching on.
"Games, that...I don't know..I-I dont-I dont..know." she gritted her teeth, the stuttering has to STOP!
MAKE THE STUTTERING STOP!
She pulled her hands up to her head and clamped them around her head.
"Make it-it stop.." she muttered, she wanted out.
She needed help.
Jesse felt the need to help her, so his natural instinct was to go over to her. He crouched down over her, and put his hand on her. Apparently that was a bad idea.
Cause the second he did that, she was screaming, screaming for what?
Help?
It seemed like it.
"Sarah, Im the good guy..its okay.." he was trying, he knew that she had been here longer than he.
"NO! ITS NOT OKAY! NOTHING IS OKAY!" she screamed out in terror, then felt his hand leave her back, she closed her eyes and just started to breathe. She needed to calm down, and just tell him.
Secrets.
She needed to tell him the secrets.
But it wasn't the right time.
It was play time.
She heard and saw the smoke starting to fill the room. Looking up to Jesse and just stayed there.
Seeing as he tried to cover her with his body, shielding from the gas. And covering his own face with his shirt.
"Its play time." she whispered.