Shelter
By Argent
Abby finds shelter…
All characters © other then me
Rated G
For Milla as she shoved my how music can really sound like.
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He held her close.
Forced his love upon her. Willed her back to the life outside her apartment. Willed her to see his love. Willed her to see his lost.
And she almost understood.
She wasn't the only one that had suffered. Wasn't the only one that had been touched by the blood on the pictures. She wasn't the only one that had felt grief.
She held him close. Willed him to see her. Too see what she had become. Willed him to see whom it was that he claimed he loved.
The smell of alcohol, the smell of cigarettes.
He held her tighter.
Ignored the smells. Told her that she had been lost now she was found. She believed him, almost. Almost believed that perhaps everything would be all right. That perhaps the lies hadn't been lies.
She felt loved.
In her mind realty roared it's ugly head, told her that it still was only lies, that the blood on the pictures was still there. That he would go away and she would be alone again.
She pushed him away.
Ran.
Ragged breaths that burned within. Him screaming her name. Continued. Pushed herself further away. Heard his footsteps getting closer.
Took a chance.
The cars bypassed her. Let her live. She didn't want to live. She was useless. She had caused the blood on the pictures. She had killed.
Killed their unborn child.
She forgot the reason of death. Let her imagination ran free.
She ran.
Pushed herself further. Felt her muscle tighten, the need for oxygen that overcame her. She stopped. Breathed. Heard his footstep getting closer once more.
Willed her tired muscles to move.
Ran.
She had killed. She wasn't worth the footsteps that got closer. She had killed. Thoughts ran through her mind. Words echoed in her mind.
Reasons of death: Miscarriage. Time of death…
She had killed.
She ran.
Ragged breaths that burned within. His footsteps that had got closer. She wasn't worthy…She wasn't worthy his love. Wasn't worthy…
She stumbled. Got up on her feet. Felt his hand touch her arm.
She was caught.
He turned her around. Forced her to meet his eyes. Forced her to see that he wouldn't go away. That he would stay.
Lies, or truth. She didn't know. She was confused. Her mind swirled. Lies or truth, life or death, lies or truth, life or death.
Truth.
Lies.
She cried, violent sobs that made her shiver. Her eyes told him that she wasn't worthy, that she had killed and he held her close. Told her the medical facts of the death. That it hadn't been her fault.
It had.
She had taken away their unborn child from its father, this world. She had killed. It had been her fault. She tried to tell him.
He just held her closer.
Ignored the glances from the people walking the street. Ignored her attempts at escaping. Held her tight.
Her mind swirled. Told her that he loved her. Told her that he should hate her. Told her that she had killed. She escaped.
Ran.
Took another chance…
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"Dr. Carter. I am sorry to say this but we lost her. There was nothing else we could have done."
He rose.
He had lost her. Again.
He had seen her eyes, seen the hunted look. Heard her mumble that she had killed and he had known then that he would never get her back. Not the real her.
He walked outside the hospital.
He had loved and been loved. Only the love hadn't been enough. It hadn't been enough to save her. He hoped only that she had found the shelter she had needed in life.
Silent tears fell as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Carter…"
--The End --
Authors Note: This is the final chapter ladies and gentlemen. From the beginning the second chapter was meant to be the end although your reviews convinced me that perhaps something's had to be clarified. I would just like to end it thanking all of you that has reviewed. I am so glad that you enjoyed my little venture into Carby fan fiction. (Even though you may not after this chapter, who knows?)
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By Argent
Abby finds shelter…
All characters © other then me
Rated G
For Milla as she shoved my how music can really sound like.
*
He held her close.
Forced his love upon her. Willed her back to the life outside her apartment. Willed her to see his love. Willed her to see his lost.
And she almost understood.
She wasn't the only one that had suffered. Wasn't the only one that had been touched by the blood on the pictures. She wasn't the only one that had felt grief.
She held him close. Willed him to see her. Too see what she had become. Willed him to see whom it was that he claimed he loved.
The smell of alcohol, the smell of cigarettes.
He held her tighter.
Ignored the smells. Told her that she had been lost now she was found. She believed him, almost. Almost believed that perhaps everything would be all right. That perhaps the lies hadn't been lies.
She felt loved.
In her mind realty roared it's ugly head, told her that it still was only lies, that the blood on the pictures was still there. That he would go away and she would be alone again.
She pushed him away.
Ran.
Ragged breaths that burned within. Him screaming her name. Continued. Pushed herself further away. Heard his footsteps getting closer.
Took a chance.
The cars bypassed her. Let her live. She didn't want to live. She was useless. She had caused the blood on the pictures. She had killed.
Killed their unborn child.
She forgot the reason of death. Let her imagination ran free.
She ran.
Pushed herself further. Felt her muscle tighten, the need for oxygen that overcame her. She stopped. Breathed. Heard his footstep getting closer once more.
Willed her tired muscles to move.
Ran.
She had killed. She wasn't worth the footsteps that got closer. She had killed. Thoughts ran through her mind. Words echoed in her mind.
Reasons of death: Miscarriage. Time of death…
She had killed.
She ran.
Ragged breaths that burned within. His footsteps that had got closer. She wasn't worthy…She wasn't worthy his love. Wasn't worthy…
She stumbled. Got up on her feet. Felt his hand touch her arm.
She was caught.
He turned her around. Forced her to meet his eyes. Forced her to see that he wouldn't go away. That he would stay.
Lies, or truth. She didn't know. She was confused. Her mind swirled. Lies or truth, life or death, lies or truth, life or death.
Truth.
Lies.
She cried, violent sobs that made her shiver. Her eyes told him that she wasn't worthy, that she had killed and he held her close. Told her the medical facts of the death. That it hadn't been her fault.
It had.
She had taken away their unborn child from its father, this world. She had killed. It had been her fault. She tried to tell him.
He just held her closer.
Ignored the glances from the people walking the street. Ignored her attempts at escaping. Held her tight.
Her mind swirled. Told her that he loved her. Told her that he should hate her. Told her that she had killed. She escaped.
Ran.
Took another chance…
*
"Dr. Carter. I am sorry to say this but we lost her. There was nothing else we could have done."
He rose.
He had lost her. Again.
He had seen her eyes, seen the hunted look. Heard her mumble that she had killed and he had known then that he would never get her back. Not the real her.
He walked outside the hospital.
He had loved and been loved. Only the love hadn't been enough. It hadn't been enough to save her. He hoped only that she had found the shelter she had needed in life.
Silent tears fell as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Carter…"
--The End --
Authors Note: This is the final chapter ladies and gentlemen. From the beginning the second chapter was meant to be the end although your reviews convinced me that perhaps something's had to be clarified. I would just like to end it thanking all of you that has reviewed. I am so glad that you enjoyed my little venture into Carby fan fiction. (Even though you may not after this chapter, who knows?)
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