In the Next Hour...
Rating: Teen, I guess.
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own em'.
Summary: "I never told them any of those things- but it's so different when you have to die."
A/N: Yeah... sadness. (This is set during the episode where Lindsey's kidnapped.)
Tied to the chair, blood dripping down her arms and legs, Lindsey forced her head up from her chest as she stared back at a video camera that had been taping her for the past two weeks.
She had been kidnapped, beaten, raped, and starved for nearly two weeks.
And she couldn't take anymore.
She decided in her head, 'If no one comes in the next hour... it's done.'
And sure enough, a single tear slipped down her cheek roughly an hour later. The digital clock beside the camera the only light source in the room her kidnapper had provided.
She bit her lip and rested the back of her head against the top end of the chair, her hair framing her beaten and bruised face.
"At first I was so afraid to die that I was a coward and thought only of myself. Now I see how selfish I was. The terrible things about dying like this is not that I'll be gone but that I'll never see them again; never be able to tell them that I didn't take them for granted; never be able to tell them I knew of the sacrifices they made to make my life happier, that I knew all the things they did for me and that I loved them so much more than I ever told them."
She struggled with her words, trying her best not to let out a sob and keep her tears back until she was done saying what was on her mind.
"I've never told them any of those things. You don't tell them such things when you're young and your life is all before you- you're so afraid of sounding sentimental and silly. But it's so different when you have to die- you wish you had told them while you could, and you wish you could tell them you're sorry for all the little mean things you ever did or said to them."
By now, the tears she had been trying to control were falling down her cheeks, leaving hot trails and cleaning off the blood and dirt from her face. She instantly thought of her mother, her words growing more slow.
"You wish you could tell them that you didn't really mean to ever hurt their feelings and for them to only remember that you always loved them far more than you ever let them know."
She felt herself grow dizzy. She opened her mouth to continue her speech, but took in a quick intake of air. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body slumping in the chair, all before the video camera. She twitched quickly, breathing suddenly becoming a difficult task, as if there were a huge pillow over her face and she couldn't push it away.
She moaned softly and blinked a few times, weakly struggling against her restraints. After giving up, her head tilted further to the side, her hair falling in her face as she sat there and waited for her words to come into full affect.
A/N: So... this was from the story we read in English. It was sad. I got this idea in class, use it in CSI. LOL! I need to stop writing stories in class. It's gonna get me in trouble one day. The story is called, Cold Equations by Tom Godwin.