This chapter will also be a flashback! (Just like the previous chapter)
Enjoy ;)
I DO NOT OWN GREYS ANATOMY/ ANY OF THE CHARACTERS
Julian laid there. Dead. He killed himself and tried to take Meredith down with him. Their whole apartment was filled with blood. Some Meredith's, some Julian's. It was terrible. A complete disaster.
Meredith was spreaded on the sidewalk. She was laying in her own pool of blood. Her clean clothes were soaked with it. The tiny body was just laying there, no movement, not even a breath. But no one was there to notice her.
Robert was one of Meredith and Julian's neighbors. He lived in the apartment right above them. He knew them well, he knew thatcher well, he even knew Julian's dead mother. Robert was on his way home when he walked on the sidewalk. He was happy, his day went great. And then he saw her. He couldn't believe that such a tiny person could contain so much blood in her body. He was shocked. "Meredith!? Meredith can you hear me??" He shouted as he ran towards her. No answer. Not even a breath for yes. Deadly. "Oh my god... Meredith!!" He tried again. Nothing.
He quickly called 911 and thatcher. They were friends.
After a quick call to thatcher, he rushed back to Meredith. He was so scared. He has never seen anything like this. How could that happen to her though? He looked up at their apartment windows. Broken. One of them was broken. His heart broke for her. He saw blood running down her shirt. What could cause that?? And then he looked at her chest. Gunshot. She was shot. He quickly pressed his hands on the bleeding wound. And he stayed like that until the ambulance arrived.
Thatcher panicked. His friend called and said something happened to Meredith. To his little girl. Robert sounded nervous on the phone. All thatcher could hear is blood. Once he hears the word he jumped to his car. He drove to Meredith's apartment. He crossed in a red light and almost ran over someone. But he didn't care. His little girl was in trouble. And he knew this was going to be bad.
As he ran out of his car he saw an ambulance and h big crowd next to it. He walked closer to her. He was terrified. He moved some people that were standing in his way and his heart stopped. Red. Thick dark red blood was all he could see. Everywhere. He knew this was the end. He sobbed as he ran to her and kissed her extremely pale face. "Sir, please step back!!" One of the paramedics told him sharply. "No! She- she's my daughter!" Thatcher yelled as he watched them try to revive her. "Oh... I'm sorry sir..." the paramedic said as she looked at him and then down at Meredith with sad eyes. "Are you telling me she's... no!! That can't be!!! What even happened to her??" Thatcher sobbed hardly. "According to some people that were here earlier, she fell out of her apartment window, and we also found a GSW in her chest" the other paramedic said as he looked up at the broken apartment window. "But sir... we had no heartbeat for 23 minuets already. The chances of survival is pretty much impossible. I'm... im sorry for your lost..." the paramedic said as he checked Meredith's pulse again. "WHAT?? No! Please don't! Please don't stop!!" He yelled as he tried to press her chest, What only made her bleed hardly. "I can't... I just... oh my god..." he cried as he kissed her one more time. He stepped back from the crowd, and said goodbye to his oldest daughter.
He decided he should go look for Julian. How could he let her fall out of the freaking window? And where was he?
Thatcher took the elevator. The tears couldn't stop falling. His heart was torn apart. He stepped to the door and knocked. No answer. Again. No answer. He ringed the bell. Twice. No answer. So he pushed the door open, it wasn't locked. "Julian!!!" He yelled while he sobbed. He walked around the house, and then he finally got to the kitchen. He saw him. So much blood, too much blood for one day. Julian laid there with his eyes open. He had a blood soaked gun next to his dead arm. He was shot at the head. It was horrible. The window's bloody glass was all over the place. He didn't want to look down the broken window, because he knew he would see her. Dead.
What happened?? , he thought. He called 911. Someone came and shot Julian, he assumed, and then he threw Meredith out of the window. It was all too much for him. He left the apartment's door open, got into his car, and drove home. His daughter was dead, and so as her psycho boyfriend, and now he has to tell that to his wife and other daughter. The one that was still alive.
The paramedics finally decided to get Meredith to the hospital. The didn't really believe she could make it. They only did it because they saw how broken thatcher was.
On the way to the hospital, they suddenly found a pulse. It was barely there, but it was. It was unbelievable. The little girl was technically dead a few moments ago, and now she has a pulse.
Just as Meredith got to the hospital, they immediately rushed her into the OR . She needed so many surgeries. Brain surgery from the falling, heart surgery from the gunshot, surgeries all over the place in order to fix her. She was literally a miracle. Even her doctors were amazed that she survived. She lost about half of the blood in her body, and yet, she made it. They called her mom. Ellis. Meredith barely got to see her mom. She lived so far away and she was such a busy woman. Ellis and thatcher didn't talk. There was no communication between them. So when Ellis came to see her broken daughter laying in a hospital bed, intubated, hung on life support, half dead, she didn't think even for a second to call him.
Meredith woke up after two weeks. It was sudden. Her mom was sleeping next to her bed, holding her hand lightly, and suddenly Meredith started coughing. She tried to fight the tube, she tried to talk, but she couldn't. So she squeezed the hand she was holding, without even knowing who it was. Ellis woke up quickly as she felt the squeeze. She thought she was dreaming. But no, there she was, Meredith still had her eyes closed, but she was fighting the tube, for sure. She was alive.
Meredith couldn't open her eyes. The pain was too great. Her whole body hurt. She couldn't even remember what happened, she just remembered falling and falling and falling until everything was gone. "Meredith!! Oh my god... nurse!!" Ellis said in excitement. The nurse walked in and pulled the tube out of her throat. "You're okay" Ellis said as she held Meredith's arm. "You were shot, mer. And you fell out of your apartment's window... and I'm so sorry, but the person who did it... he killed Julian, I'm so sorry dear" Ellis whispered as she whipped the tears out of Meredith's face. And then it hit her. Meredith remembered everything now. The screaming, the yelling, Julian shooting her, Julian going crazy, her passing out... she remembered all of it. She drifted into the unconsciousness once again. All she wanted to do is never wake up. She wished she was dead. But she wasn't. After a few weeks Meredith was discharged. Her mother sent her to live and study at Seattle. She met Cristina. And everything seemed to be left behind. Not no one ever knew what happened there. No one knew it was her boyfriend who did this to her. No one knew what he told her. And no one will ever know. Well, at least that's what she thought...
Please review!! The next chapter will no longer be a flashback, so stay tuned :)) MERDER IS COMING!!
