Title: Open wounds. This will be a series. Thanks to Rai.
My mail address is: summer_hunnie@hotmail.com, so loadsa feedback would be greatly appreciated!
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She stared across at him. She seemed invisible these days, maybe that was it. Carter had moved on, Luka had moved on, Christ Richard had moved on. Not that she cared about Richard.
Susan rushed past, and Abby scowled to herself, she couldn't help it. Luka was right; she wasn't pretty enough, she wasn't special enough, and she was a whore. People say mean things when they're angry, and those things they mean. It works both ways; hidden resentment always finds it's way out.
Abby remembered something her Mother had said a long time ago, it had always stuck in her mind. 'Everybody's the same, just nobody thinks so.' God that was so true. Everything was the same in the end.
"Hey Abby" Carter said absently, checking labs at the desk. There was no point in answering him anymore; so she indulged herself and ignored him. And then she smiled at how clever she was as she walked away. Or how stupid.
"You ignoring me?" Carter asked, in no other tone but amused. This was so annoying.
"No, why?" Abby played dumb, she didn't owe Carter anything, not even a spark of intelligence.
"No...ah....no reason." He finished, slightly confused. "So how are you? It's been a while" Yes. It had been a while.
"I'm fine, you?" The answer was automatic, answer with a question. Always answer with a question.
"Good...you want to get some coffee or something?" Look even he was playing her game, she thought.
"Look Carter, I've got so much to do today, I'll catch you some other time." Damn. She forgot the question. With that Abby picked up the box of syringes and walked away. She felt guilty; she had turned into a bitch. She felt heartless, cold and empty, but this was just Abby, right? Good old Abby.
Carter sat up. He was off in 10 minutes, thank God, it had been a long night. He glanced up at the staff board, an innocent enough act. There was an old message to him from Abby that hadn't been wiped off. It was dated a month ago. He sat still, drumming his pen impatiently. She was still on his mind, sometimes he wanted to tell her that.
To be continued...
My mail address is: summer_hunnie@hotmail.com, so loadsa feedback would be greatly appreciated!
*******
She stared across at him. She seemed invisible these days, maybe that was it. Carter had moved on, Luka had moved on, Christ Richard had moved on. Not that she cared about Richard.
Susan rushed past, and Abby scowled to herself, she couldn't help it. Luka was right; she wasn't pretty enough, she wasn't special enough, and she was a whore. People say mean things when they're angry, and those things they mean. It works both ways; hidden resentment always finds it's way out.
Abby remembered something her Mother had said a long time ago, it had always stuck in her mind. 'Everybody's the same, just nobody thinks so.' God that was so true. Everything was the same in the end.
"Hey Abby" Carter said absently, checking labs at the desk. There was no point in answering him anymore; so she indulged herself and ignored him. And then she smiled at how clever she was as she walked away. Or how stupid.
"You ignoring me?" Carter asked, in no other tone but amused. This was so annoying.
"No, why?" Abby played dumb, she didn't owe Carter anything, not even a spark of intelligence.
"No...ah....no reason." He finished, slightly confused. "So how are you? It's been a while" Yes. It had been a while.
"I'm fine, you?" The answer was automatic, answer with a question. Always answer with a question.
"Good...you want to get some coffee or something?" Look even he was playing her game, she thought.
"Look Carter, I've got so much to do today, I'll catch you some other time." Damn. She forgot the question. With that Abby picked up the box of syringes and walked away. She felt guilty; she had turned into a bitch. She felt heartless, cold and empty, but this was just Abby, right? Good old Abby.
Carter sat up. He was off in 10 minutes, thank God, it had been a long night. He glanced up at the staff board, an innocent enough act. There was an old message to him from Abby that hadn't been wiped off. It was dated a month ago. He sat still, drumming his pen impatiently. She was still on his mind, sometimes he wanted to tell her that.
To be continued...
