Chapter 21
Well it's Thursday Which means HERE IS CHAPTER 21!!! THIIS I S THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY
It has been a lovely ride when i set out to do this i never thought i would get so so much review and hits i got 177 hits and 24488 hits!!
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Right on with the story sorry if my medical facts are not right I just pick them up from watching tv !!
Lincoln sat in his living room, watching the news and having a cup of coffee. Just a having a little time to himself because tonight would be busy trying to get the kids to sleep and wrapping presents up until the early morning, seeing it was Christmas eve.
The green tree stood proudly in the corner of the room, decorated by Katie and the kids. Lincoln married Katie three years ago and together they had four year old twins. Jayden and Ann-Marie.
When Lincoln heard footsteps on the stairs, he didn't turn because he knew it was Michael.
But when Michael didn't say anything, Lincoln turned around to see Michael putting on his shoes. "Do you want any company?" He asked.
"No." Was the dead reply. Lincoln's heart broke at the sound of his brothers voice. Lincoln turned back around and glanced at the calendar. December 24. Four years ago, on this day he lost his baby brother. The door slammed shut, a tear rolled down Lincoln's cheek. Michael's heart broke into a million pieces. That day he died... Along with her.
//Flashback\
Michael jogged into the cemetery with his heart pounding in his chest. In the distance he could see a figure. Sara. He could hear her crying, it was breaking his heart. As he started walking to her, he saw her get something from her purse. He could see the glint of a needle and could see the clear glass bottle Sara held in her hands.
Michael started to run. "Sara! No!" He ran as fast as he could. But his being shot in the leg 2 years ago slowed him down. He reached her in time to catch her unconscious body. He slowly lowered her to the ground.
"Sara?" Michael said, trying not to let the panic invade his voice. "Sara, wake up!" He shook her not too gently. "Sara, don't do this to me, please. Especially not now."
Michael grabbed his phone out of his tux and called 911.
He let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding when he heard the operators voice come through.
"911m what is your emergency?" A cool, female voice asked.
"Help me, please!"
"What is your problem?"
"My girlfriend," He said before he could stop himself. "She overdosed on Morphine." He said as he eyed the bottle near Sara's limp hand.
"Is she breathing?"
Michael felt her pulse point. "No! What do I do?"
"Sir, do you know CPR?"
"...Yeah." Michael finally blurted out.
"Start the compressions and I'll call for an ambulance. Do you know where you are?"
"Oak Hill Cemetery." Michael whispered.
"An ambulance is on it's way."
Michael put his phone down and moved Sara so she was laying on her back. He grasped her chin and tilted her head back. Pinching her nostrils closed he leaned down and blew two breaths into her unresponsive body.
He felt for a pulse which he didn't get.
He got in a better position and interlaced his fingers together and pressed down on her chest. He counted to five and gave her another two breaths.
Michael could hear the ambulance getting closer. He stopped CPR long enough to wave his arms for the ambulance to spot him.
They drove over to where Sara lay and two men jumped out and ran toward him. One took over from Michael, and started doing another set of compressions while the other loaded the stretcher with Sara strapped into the awaiting ambulance.
Michael sat in a chair, out of the way in the back of the vehicle, crying silently and holding onto Sara's hand, muttering softly. "Please don't die, please don't die."
Michael didn't know his cell phone was ringing until one of the men told him. He whipped the phone from his pocket.
"Yeah?" He asked shakily.
"Mike, it's Lincoln. Have you found her yet?"
"Yeah, I'm with her now."
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, hearing the panic in his brothers voice.
"She overdosed on Morphine. I'm in the ambulance." The facts were sinking in now.
"Oh, God." Lincoln said in shock. "I'll meet you in the hospital okay."
"Yeah, okay." Michael breathed into the phone, but Lincoln had already hung up.
A few minutes later they pulled up at the hospital where Sara was rushed into the emergency room. The men still working on her.
Michael could hear them giving the doctors information on Sara that Michael had given them on the way there.
"Sara Tancredi, aged about 35, overdosed on Morphine approximately fifteen minutes ago. Wasn't breathing on scene, boyfriend did CPR."
The doctor took over the chest compressions.
"We've done three cycles of CPR. Use the defibrillator."
Another voice sounded. "Charging to 260... Clear! Shocking. Charging to 270... Clear! Shocking."
All Michael could do was watch in terror as Sara's body jerked up in the air with each shock.
"She's been in VF for the last twenty five minutes and had seven cycles of CPR and two goes of the defibrillator, time to stop, everyone agree?"
There was a few murmurs of 'Yeah'
"Time of death, five past three PM."
Michael's mind went blank as he slowly slid to the floor. He felt Lincoln's arms wrapped around his body, and he was vaguely aware of screaming somewhere. When Lincoln started shushing him did he realize the screams were coming from his own mouth.
Lincoln sat with Michael, rocking him back and forth. Murmuring soothing words.
//End of Flashback\
Two years after Sara's death, Michael finally worked up the nerve to visit her grave. Lincoln refused to let him go by himself and went with him. Michael just sat in front of her headstone and traced the letters of her name.
"She was so beautiful, Linc." He whispered.
"Mike, you've got to move past this. She would have wanted to you." Lincoln begged.
Michael just turned around and looked at him.
"I can't, Lincoln. It's all my fault."
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Michael drove the same route he drove for the past four years. The pain of her death never left his thoughts. Everywhere, anywhere he went, he was reminded of her. It was all his fault. He killed her.
He heard a song playing on the radio.
Now you're gone
I can feel my heart is breaking,
An I can't go on
When I think of the love that you've taken
In the night I pray for your embrace,
Every time I close my eyes
I cant escape your face
You're out of sight,
But, always on my mind,
I never realized
My love could be so blind
You're all I want,
Can't you feel the love
In this heart of mine
You're all I need,
So maybe we could turn back
The hands of time,
But, now you're gone
There's an emptiness closing around me,
And I can't go on
When all I have left is the memory
In the night I call out your name,
I wake up in a cold sweat
An I am all alone again
I need your love
Much more than I can say,
I realize without you
I can't face another day
You're all I want,
Cant you feel the love
In this heart of mine
You're all that I need,
Since I lost you, girl,
I've been losing my mind
You're all that I want,
So maybe we could turn back
The hands of time
Now you're gone
I can feel my heart is breaking,
An I cant go on
When all of my love has been taken
Whitesnake's voice washed over him, and his heart bleed freely. The words felt so true. He saw the entrance for the cemetery and pulled into it. He turned off the engine and climbed out of the car. He walked through the rows of headstones until he found hers. It read
Sara Ann Marie Tancredi
Called to Heaven
24th December 2010
Will be sorely missed by those who loved and knew her
Michael laid an a red origami rose on the top of the stone sit down in his spot and whispered, "Hi, Sara."
He reached out and traced the letters of her name as he always did. The headstone felt dark and cold, the total opposite of her. She was bright and warm, always smiling. Tears rimmed around his eyes.
"Sara, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was coming to tell you that the wedding was canceled when you..." He bowed his head. He couldn't bring himself to say the words.
"God, I wish that I contacted you soon as I got out of Fox River and then we would turn out different. We would have been celebrating our seventh wedding anniversary having Lincoln and LJ over for a Christmas Eve. Staying up and wrapping present up for Faith-Louise. Having a glass of wine by the fire or something, but instead I'm here on Christmas Eve talking to your gravestone." Michael paused for while taking in an deep breath and wiping the tears that had fallen. "Over the years since your death I often wonder what your last thoughts were before you..." Once again he bowed his head. He couldn't bring himself to say the words. It hurt too much.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Michael." Someone whispered.
He turned and saw... her.
"Sara?" He asked, getting up.
"Yes, Michael. It's me." Sara was standing in the red dress she was wearing when she died, holding a 5 year girl by the hand… His Daughter Faith-Louise who was the splitting image of Sara except she had Michael eyes
He couldn't breath. He couldn't think. All he could do was stand there.
"Michael, listen to me. You've got to let go. What I did was stupid I know that. And we've been watching you waste your life away, and it breaks my heart."
Michael looked down, tears running down his face.
"Michael," she said, raising his chin, "It wasn't your fault. I made the decision to do what I did. I just don't want my death to claim two lives."
Sara let go of Faith-Louise's hand and nudged her towards Michael who bent down to get a better look at his daughter who just looked at him. She wrapped her arm around Michael, she whispered to him, "Please don't cry daddy it's makes me sad."
Michael just wrapped his arm around Faith's body and whisper "I promise Faith." And kiss her on the head. "Be good for Mommy."
Michael put Faith down who ran back and wrapped her arm around Sara's leg.
Michael bit his lip, and Sara pulled him into her arms. He wrapped his arms around her and wept. "Sara, I'm so sorry I was coming to tell you that the wedding was cancelled. I am just stupid for not canceling it earlier. I love you I always had and I never stopped loving you."
"I know," She lifted his head and looked into his eyes. "I'll always love you, Michael. Live and love again. Don't live in the shadows anymore. Do it for us."
Then she kissed him, stroking his tear-streaked face. He kissed her back, loving her even more than he did four years ago. Then she broke away.
"We have to go now, Michael, but I'll always be with you," she said and placed her hand over his heart. "Right in here."
"I love you Sara."
"And I love you, Michael. Forever and always." She stroked his cheek and smiled
Michael turned around to Faith
"I love you, Faith-Louise." he said trying his hardest not to cry in front his only daughter that he would never see again .
Faith looked up to Michael with her big blue eyes and Whispers "I love you too daddy."
Michael smiled and nodded as he watched Sara and Faith-Louise start to walk away towards the trees where the light began to surround her totally Michael yelled one last thing, "Will you be waiting?"
There was no answer and Michael just stood there with tear stained eyes staring towards the path the love of his life just took out of this world.
Suddenly there was a small breeze that blew towards him. Michael was about to turn when the wind blew a small piece of paper onto Sara's grave. Michael knelt down to pick it up. He flipped it over and on the paper it just said one word;
"Always."
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Michael walked through the door to see Lincoln Katie, the twins and LJ watching Christmas movie. Lincoln took one look at Michael and knew that he was different. Lincoln got up and walked towards Michael. Michael closed the distance and hugged Lincoln.
"I'm sorry, Linc." He cried into his brother's shoulder.
"It's okay, Mike." He said, rubbing his brother's back. He pulled Michael back and asked, "What happened out there?"
Michael smiled, a first in four years, and said, "Someone told me to start to living again."
Michael pulled him back into the hug, and Lincoln looked out the door. He blinked when he saw Sara leaning against Michael's car holding Faith-Louise. He smiled and mouthed, "Thank you." She smiled back and waved. Then there were both gone. Lincoln hugged Michael tighter, thankful to finally have his brother back.
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