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Broken glass on the ground
Reflecting light from all around
These tiny pieces of my soul
In brilliant colors, greens and gold's
Bleeding life from inside of me
The crimson glass pouring out of me
Passion dying, losing spledor
From purple to blue, losing it's hue
My life in all it's stained glass glory
Nothing more than my tragic story
AN: This whole chapter is a flashback, with those answers and questions I promised you... Enjoy!
Flashback
Apartment Building of Rosangela Adessi
October 15, 2004
4:13 PM
I run up the sidewalk quickly, wanting to get out of the rain. I get to the door and pull out my keys, the rain getting them wet almost instantly, causing them to slip through my fingers. I sigh, bending over to pick them up just as my phone rings.
I pull out my phone while simultaneously trying to fit the key into the lock. I answer it by the third ring, tucking it between my head and shoulder, and going through my keys, trying to find the right one. "Hello?" I answer absently, getting frustrated with my keys.
I hear a child's voices on the other end before a woman answers. "Ms. Adessi? This is Beth Rogers, from Tiny Tikes Daycare. Your daughter was supposed to be picked up a half hour ago… I was just wondering when you were going to be here." Beth says, an arrogant undertone tainting her voice.
I smirk as I finally get the key in the hole. "Chris was supposed to pick her up, and his car is here. You sure you got the right kid?" I ask as I turn the lock, pushing open the door.
I hear Ms. Rogers sigh from the other end. "Karma Adessi, three years old. Brown hair, blue eyes, wearing a purple and blue shirt that says Mommy's little angel on it. Sound like your daughter to you?" she asks in a pleasantly annoyed voice.
I step into the lobby and nod at the receptionist behind the front desk, making my way to the elevators. I push the up button and switch the phone to the other ear, shifting my purse as the strap digs into my throat.
I step into the elevator; a little shocked that piece of junk came down so fast. "Yeah, it sounds like her. I just don't understand why Chris didn't pick her up yet. He never flakes on me." I mutter, jabbing the button for the fourth floor repeatedly till it finally lights up.
I hear Karma in the background and frown, wondering what could be so important that he couldn't call me and tell me he couldn't pick her up. "I'll be there in ten minutes to pick her up, Ms. Rogers." I don't wait for her response, hanging up the phone. I walk down the hall quickly, entertaining myself with ways I can punish Chris for flaking on me. But as I get to my door, I freeze….
The door is cracked, Chris never leaves the door cracked or unlocked. I slowly bring my hand up, pushing the door open slowly. "Chris? Are you here? This so isn't funny, Chris." I call into the apartment, walking slowly to the living room.
I come to a dead halt when I get to the couch and see a pair of feet sticking out front the side. I force myself to move around it, and choke back a scream when I see Chris. He's lying on the floor, the carpet under him stained red.
I rush to his side, quickly putting my hands to his neck, and sighing in relief when I feel a slight pulse. I quickly pull out my phone, dialing 911. I hear someone pick up and don't even give them time to answer. "I need help. S-someone stabbed my boyfriend. He's barely breathing." I cry into the phone, quickly rattling off my address.
The operator stays on the line with me until cops get there, pounding on my door. I quickly jump up and open it, leading the paramedics to Chris. I hover in the background as they work on him, trying to get him stable enough to move.
They move him onto the gurney and begin pushing it to the door. I start to follow them, when an officer grabs my arm. "We need to ask you some questions, Miss." he says, obviously a rookie.
I pull my arm away from him, and continue to the door. "I'm going with my boyfriend. After I know he's ok, you can ask me all the question you want." I throw over my shoulder, rushing to catch up with the paramedics.
They load him into the ambulance, and I climb in after them, quickly settling myself on the bench. I grab his hand, holding on tight while they work on him, shouting orders to each other.
We get about half way to the hospital when a machine starts beeping rapidly. They quickly push me out of the way, saying something about him flat lining, and that the knife had hit an artery, he was bleeding out, ect.
Everything's a blur as they pull out the paddles, and start charging them. I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming when they shock him, his body aching off the gurney.
They do it three more times before the beeping stops, and everything goes silent. I'm confused for a moment, before one of them says to call it. I can't hold it anymore, and start sobbing, pulling my knees up to my chest as they start putting the paddles away.
All I can think as my world goes gray is that I'm glad my daughter wasn't here to see this…
End Flashback