Stained Red
By: Krystal (perrylynn)
I OWN NOTHING!!!!!
Prologue:
They say in the blink of an eye your world can change. I never really put much into those words; Until today. I look down at my red stained hands while my eyes fill with tears. This was my fault. If I had just forgiven him this wouldn't have happened. We wouldn't of been there because we would have been at mansion together and happy. If only I had forgiven him He wouldn't have been shot. This was my fault and I have to live with my choice. I should have forgave him.
My head is filled with the images of his blood everywhere. I can still feel his hands on my shoulders pushing me down and out of the way. I can still hear the gun shot ripping through his flesh. It should have been me. The bullet was meant for me. I remember the shouting of Sonny as he gets control of Claudia and gets the gun and the relief of feeling it was over. Looking down at my hands again, I remember finding him just laying there next to me motionless. Not even a twitch. The sound had faded in the background and I reached my hand to his chest trying to shake him awake. That is when I had felt it. Blood. It was sticky and red. I remember tearing my jacket off and holding it to the gun wound while yelling for someone to call an ambulance. It had seemed like hours waiting for the ambulance to get there and when they finally had I was covered in his blood.
I remember Sonny grabbing me away from Ethan and telling me to let the paramedics do their job. I was hysterical screaming and crying. I tried to get back to him because he needed me. Sonny had tightened his grip and was dragging me away. I remember him mumbling something trying to sooth me but I wasn't really listening. He had placed me in a car and had two body guards get in blocking my exit. I had tried to get out but it was no use. I was stuck. Then the car had started moving and I felt myself begin to fight the men on either side of me. I couldn't let them take me. Ethan needed me and I wasn't going anywhere. I remember squirming my way by them and getting the door open. It was down hill from there because one of them got a hold of me by the waist and pulled me back in. The other reached around us and had shut the door. I couldn't go anywhere. I remember the tears falling harder and my throat began to close up. I was scared to death that I would never see Ethan again. The panic attack must have took over because after that moment everything had went black. The next thing I remember is this moment staring down at my red stain hands and wondering where he is. I need to see him.
I look down at the IVs in my arm. I have to get out of here. First things first I take my right arm and pull the IVs out of my other arm. I jump out of the bed and start looking for my clothes. They must not have kept them do the blood cause I cant find them anywhere. In my panic to leave I must not have heard the computers going off. I do hear as the door opens and a nurse comes running in. Just my luck its my aunt Bobbie. She must be in shock that I am out of bed because she just stares at me. I look at her and then the exit. I have to get out of here even without the clothes. I have to find Ethan. I start to run past Bobbie but her voice stops me. 'Ethan is in surgery. You cant see him now. Please get back in bed Lulu.'
I feel the tears fall down my cheeks and my legs start to feel like they are full of lead. I don't even notice as my dad comes in. I feel as my legs just give out and I begin to fall. I expect to hit the cold floor but instead I feel arms lifting me up off my feet. That's when I notice that my dad had snuck in behind my aunt Bobbie. 'Everything is will be alright, Cupcake. You'll see. Ethan will be just fine.' I know his words should be comforting but there not. They have the opposite effect as my tears come down harder. He sits us down on the bed with me half in his lap and he just holds me as I cry. None of this was suppose to happen but it did. Now I had to make sure that Ethan survived and when he did I had to be there. I just hope he still wanted me in the end.