Hey everyone, Sorry That I haven't updated, I've been crazy busy with work and uni (tafe). I hope you all like this chapter, I have plenty more ideas and have sorta written the next few chapters in my head haha lol. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it made my day and also those of you who added the story to their alerts. I'm always open to suggestion for the story so plzz read and review. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BONES.
2 months earlier...
I have taken a person's life before, but I had done it to save someone...my partner. Some might say that was a heroic action.
No matter how hard I try to rationalise what happened last week, I can't. Booth says that in time I will recover from the traumatic experience that took place, but I don't think I will ever recover from this. When I close my eyes I relive the moment over and over again. I can't switch off all the thoughts and emotions that come with the thoughts. The day after it had happened I stayed in my apartment and tortured myself over what I did. Why didn't I respond quicker? When Booth came to see me that first night, he said that nothing would have changed the outcome. Did he believe this is just god's work? Does he really not see me for what I am now? How can he show this much compassion towards what I have done, but yet no compassion for those who have done the same.
I have taken a person's life before, but I was certain at the time it was to save myself or Booth. This time I was certain it was my fault that those three people died. I am a killer. Booth says that it wasn't my fault and that the driver in the other car had been drinking and speeding. But I disagree, because I saw the car coming towards me, but I froze, I didn't know what to do. It felt like everything around me stopped the only thing that kept moving was that car coming closer and closer. As it was coming closer I could see the driver's wife yelling at him. I saw the realisation slowly hit his face. He pulled on his brakes. I heard screeches and then nothing.
When I came to I was strapped to a gurney and Booth was whispering something in my ear. I looked around at the crash scene; my car was smashed on the right side and had skidded a little down the road. The other car was completely ruined, glass was scattered all over the area. What remained of the doors were in a heap on the road next to the car. A baby toy left abandoned near the car. To my left three body bags. The first two were normal adult size, the third was tiny...used for infants. That was when I first lost it. I started screaming and my arms and legs took on a mind of their own. Booth and a paramedic held me down while the other paramedic sedated me, I woke up three hours later alone, with my hands and legs strapped to the bed.