Hear goes Chapter 2. Please R&R!
The next thirty minutes were a blur to Carter, like his body was going through the motions but his mind was some place else.He watched as they cracked her chest trying to clamp of the numerous arteries that were gushing blood. Shocking her heart over and over with no response.
"Shock her again" he heard him self scream
"No Carter, that's it; she's been down for almost an hour. Time of death.." Susan glanced down at her watch but Carter grabbed her arm forcefully turning her to face him. It was if she spoke to him threw her eyes because he loosened his grip and bowed his head in agreement.
Susan continued,"Time of Death 9:22"
Carter approached the young woman and lowered his hand to touch her check. He looked around to see that everyone in the room had left except for Susan.
"Who is she" she spoke to him gently
At that moment he felt a tear gilded down his face but he quickly whiped away,"She's my friend" Carter spoke barely above a whisper, "She was my neighbor we grew up together, her names Vicky" he couldn't take his eyes of her face; so different yet the same. He hadn't seen her in almost 3 years; she still looked like the little girl he new so many years ago that he had loved so much. But her face wasn't bright and smiling as he new it so well, she was so pale. Her hair wasn't shinning but dark and drenched with blood, he was haunted by her laughter he could still inside his head, locked in his memory. This had to be a dream there was no way this was true. He felt Susan's hand on his shoulder, this made him jump he had totally forgotten she was there. He leaned down pressing his lips to Vicky's check giving her one last kiss. Turning on his heals he walked out the room not even looking at Susan. Past everyone at admit, who's eyes he could feel burning into him with concern. He walked out to ambulance bay and down the street, he felt the tears flowing steadily down his face now. He didn't know were to go, he took the el to work today but he couldn't go home he didn't want to be forced to explain this to anyone. Were he ended up surprised him, he walked through the grass which was still wet from the early morning rain. The cold breeze ran right threw him and he slightly shivered folding his arms. He looked down and noticed he was still wearing his lab coat, he put his stethoscope in his pocket. Carter looked at the grave that lay in front of him it read 'Lucy Knight' below that was a tiny inscription 'you will always be in our hearts'. He didn't know why his feet had brought him here, maybe because it was the only place he could be alone. He felt his knees begin to weaken as he collapsed to the ground and began to uncontrollably sob into his hands. Why had he let so much time go by without seeing Vicky; who would shoot her what could have happened?
Vicky was like his little sister, he watched out for her like she was his own blood. He could still remember the day she moved across the street. He was about seven playing with Bobby in the front yard when he saw her there caring boxes. Her father was a drunk and her mother died giving birth to her, so she basically lived at his house. When Bobby died Carter became like a ghost, no one ever noticed he was there or even cared to. That's when Vicky would step in always there for him always there to talk to. She new things about him that no one did, she new his secrets. She new about his uncle, even though he was in jail now. His uncle Thomas; his mom's sister's husband, he hated Carter and Carter new why. Even to this day he couldn't think of a reason; His uncle always verbally put him down but he didn't start beating on him until shortly after Bobby died. No matter how many bruises he came home with no one ever suspected, Carter would make up some dumb lie and they always bought it. Deep down in his heart every time he would pray they could see through him but not even his own mother cared enough to see the truth, they were blind. The only one who new was Vicky she saw threw his act and from then on he told her everything. So many nights he could remember her holding him as he cried. Even though his uncle stopped the abuse when he turned 14, for some reason he never told his parents. The only other person who new besides Vicky was Chase; but the real Chase was gone now only his body remained.
When Vicky was about 16 she got heavy into cocaine, the day she turned 18 she was gone. He wasn't surprised when he woke up in the morning to find a note on his dresser saying good-bye, he new she couldn't breath. Shortly after that her father moved and her house stood vacant. Years went by before he saw her again, it wasn't until his dear uncle Thomas' trial that he saw her again. It seemed that Carter wasn't the only kid he beat up on. Even though Carter was to ashamed to testify Vicky did, Uncle Thomas never hit her but she testified anyway. She wasn't the only one, he was sentenced to 15 years in prison and Carter was glad for that. Carter told Vicky he was going to med. school and was already excepted to college, he begged her to stay but she wouldn't. She told him that no matter where she was they had a special bond they were 'soul angles'. He new that was true when he saw her face sitting at his bed side after that fateful Valentine's Day. That was the last time he saw her until today atleast, and now she was gone and for good this time.
Carter looked forward at Lucy's grave stone and traced her name with his fingers.
"I'm sorry Luce, oh God I'm so sorry" he almost screamed threw his sobs
Bobby,Dennis,Lucy,Vicky, and basically Chase; they were all dead and he felt responsible for almost all of them. An old formiluir guilt struck him like lighting and he felt broken. He barely felt the rain when it began to fall, he felt so lost; he leaned his head against Lucy's grave stone and closed his eyes, he felt like a murderer.
**hope you liked it I'll get the next chapter up soon**
The next thirty minutes were a blur to Carter, like his body was going through the motions but his mind was some place else.He watched as they cracked her chest trying to clamp of the numerous arteries that were gushing blood. Shocking her heart over and over with no response.
"Shock her again" he heard him self scream
"No Carter, that's it; she's been down for almost an hour. Time of death.." Susan glanced down at her watch but Carter grabbed her arm forcefully turning her to face him. It was if she spoke to him threw her eyes because he loosened his grip and bowed his head in agreement.
Susan continued,"Time of Death 9:22"
Carter approached the young woman and lowered his hand to touch her check. He looked around to see that everyone in the room had left except for Susan.
"Who is she" she spoke to him gently
At that moment he felt a tear gilded down his face but he quickly whiped away,"She's my friend" Carter spoke barely above a whisper, "She was my neighbor we grew up together, her names Vicky" he couldn't take his eyes of her face; so different yet the same. He hadn't seen her in almost 3 years; she still looked like the little girl he new so many years ago that he had loved so much. But her face wasn't bright and smiling as he new it so well, she was so pale. Her hair wasn't shinning but dark and drenched with blood, he was haunted by her laughter he could still inside his head, locked in his memory. This had to be a dream there was no way this was true. He felt Susan's hand on his shoulder, this made him jump he had totally forgotten she was there. He leaned down pressing his lips to Vicky's check giving her one last kiss. Turning on his heals he walked out the room not even looking at Susan. Past everyone at admit, who's eyes he could feel burning into him with concern. He walked out to ambulance bay and down the street, he felt the tears flowing steadily down his face now. He didn't know were to go, he took the el to work today but he couldn't go home he didn't want to be forced to explain this to anyone. Were he ended up surprised him, he walked through the grass which was still wet from the early morning rain. The cold breeze ran right threw him and he slightly shivered folding his arms. He looked down and noticed he was still wearing his lab coat, he put his stethoscope in his pocket. Carter looked at the grave that lay in front of him it read 'Lucy Knight' below that was a tiny inscription 'you will always be in our hearts'. He didn't know why his feet had brought him here, maybe because it was the only place he could be alone. He felt his knees begin to weaken as he collapsed to the ground and began to uncontrollably sob into his hands. Why had he let so much time go by without seeing Vicky; who would shoot her what could have happened?
Vicky was like his little sister, he watched out for her like she was his own blood. He could still remember the day she moved across the street. He was about seven playing with Bobby in the front yard when he saw her there caring boxes. Her father was a drunk and her mother died giving birth to her, so she basically lived at his house. When Bobby died Carter became like a ghost, no one ever noticed he was there or even cared to. That's when Vicky would step in always there for him always there to talk to. She new things about him that no one did, she new his secrets. She new about his uncle, even though he was in jail now. His uncle Thomas; his mom's sister's husband, he hated Carter and Carter new why. Even to this day he couldn't think of a reason; His uncle always verbally put him down but he didn't start beating on him until shortly after Bobby died. No matter how many bruises he came home with no one ever suspected, Carter would make up some dumb lie and they always bought it. Deep down in his heart every time he would pray they could see through him but not even his own mother cared enough to see the truth, they were blind. The only one who new was Vicky she saw threw his act and from then on he told her everything. So many nights he could remember her holding him as he cried. Even though his uncle stopped the abuse when he turned 14, for some reason he never told his parents. The only other person who new besides Vicky was Chase; but the real Chase was gone now only his body remained.
When Vicky was about 16 she got heavy into cocaine, the day she turned 18 she was gone. He wasn't surprised when he woke up in the morning to find a note on his dresser saying good-bye, he new she couldn't breath. Shortly after that her father moved and her house stood vacant. Years went by before he saw her again, it wasn't until his dear uncle Thomas' trial that he saw her again. It seemed that Carter wasn't the only kid he beat up on. Even though Carter was to ashamed to testify Vicky did, Uncle Thomas never hit her but she testified anyway. She wasn't the only one, he was sentenced to 15 years in prison and Carter was glad for that. Carter told Vicky he was going to med. school and was already excepted to college, he begged her to stay but she wouldn't. She told him that no matter where she was they had a special bond they were 'soul angles'. He new that was true when he saw her face sitting at his bed side after that fateful Valentine's Day. That was the last time he saw her until today atleast, and now she was gone and for good this time.
Carter looked forward at Lucy's grave stone and traced her name with his fingers.
"I'm sorry Luce, oh God I'm so sorry" he almost screamed threw his sobs
Bobby,Dennis,Lucy,Vicky, and basically Chase; they were all dead and he felt responsible for almost all of them. An old formiluir guilt struck him like lighting and he felt broken. He barely felt the rain when it began to fall, he felt so lost; he leaned his head against Lucy's grave stone and closed his eyes, he felt like a murderer.
**hope you liked it I'll get the next chapter up soon**