Never Too Late

"Alright alright, so your world is crashing. The lightening strikes, thunder claps. It's all coming down all around you, and there's nothing you can do but stand there. . .stock still and watch. Yous stare at that one person, tears in their eyes and blood on their wrists. You want tos ay it's all gonna be alright, because it's never too late. . never too late? But what if it is? What if it's too late to save them, what if you're both so far gone and deep and lost that there's no way to go but farther, farther down into the pit you apparantly insist continuously digging. So tell what you gonna do? look at them with sadness in your eyes as they end their life. . .as they say they wish to end their life? Or fight it, tell them it's gonna be alright. ..it's never too late." With stinging eyes Derek Venturi shut off his computer and stood up, wobbling a bit from standing too fast. The black dots pierced his vision for a moment before returning to normal and he exited his room, he had to get Casey up, Deb was in labor right now, he wondered why he wasn't freaking out more. As he went to unlock her door he heard a thump, a small squeak, and the crash of glass.

casey!

------------

"Oh my god!!!!" Deb cried, her screams resounding off the hospital walls as another contraction, push, all around pain hit her full force. "Where is he?" She said quieter, the seizing in her uterus slowing, her breathing heavy. Her mother shook her head, a worried look in her eye at her fifteen year old daughter. Why did the asshole have to get her pregnant? What the fuck was her daughter thinking? The good christian mother had nothing to say about her thoughts, everything in her was confused to the breaking point. Her daughter was becoming a mother. ..much too soon. But then again. ..in her mother's head. ..it was never too late to rid her daughter of this "affliction." She smiled to herself, why had she not thought of this much earlier? Putting a hand on her daughter's cheek she kissed her forhead.

"It'll be ok, this will be all over soon baby. All over soon." Deb screamed again. ..Derek's name.

-------------

"CASEY!" Derek cried, seeing her lying face down on the floor. Her mirror was beside her in pieces, a needle on the bed.

oh my fucking god Casey. no. fucking. .. no. fuck no.

Kneeling next to her he turned her over, reaching for his phone and dialing 911. She had a pulse, a very very slow one. dear god casey.

"Toronto Police Emergency, please state the problem." the woman on the other end stated matter of factly. Derek wondered if this woman had heard so many horrific stories and problems that she didnt' care anymore.

"My girlfriend, help!" He cried helplessly. "I think she tried to. . .she tried to kill herself. She cut her wrists and there's a. ..a needle on the bed. Please fucking help, she's pregnant!. ..She's mine!!!" He begged. The woman on the other lined sucked in a breath, realizing the situation he was in.. realizing for a moment it was how her first pregnancy went and she sighed. This was one person she was determined beyond without a doubt to help.

"They'll be there right away, we've tracked your address, try CPR." She hung up quickly as her emotions ran deeper inside her at the memories of her son's birth, her son that she hadn't seen in over ten years. .. her son Derek.

Derek on the other side of town stared at Casey's pale face, her closed eyes, her blueing lips. With extreme pressure he pressed on her self inflicted wounds. Hoping to stop the blood, as he kissed her, breathing air into her slowing lungs.

"Please Casey. . please for godsakes you can't leave. ..you can't do this." In the back of his mind as he waited for the ambulance he tried to remember

it's never too late...it's never too late.

----------

"Well Ms. Deb Sanchez you've had a beautiful baby boy." The nurse said through her mask and taking the child's measurements.

"Derek Costillo Sanchez." Deb said quietly as she fell asleep. Her mother stared at her daughter with an unreadable, making the nurse uneasy, and making a mental note keep little baby and mommy sanchez safe. With a quiet exit the nurse took the child to the nursery.Deb's mother stared at her daughter longer, because after tonight. . .it's about time she realized this. ..

it's never too late.