Title: Sombra de la Tormenta, Prolouge
Author:Alanna diAblo
Summery: Abby asks Carter not to help her. Carter complies. Chaos insues.
Authors Note:See end please
Spoilers: None
Archive: Go ahead, but keep my name on it.
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Sombra de la Tormenta, by Alanna diAblo
Prolouge
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I gave up on her and now I see the damage I've done. Ones actions have consequences for others. I no longer doubt this credo. She asked me to give up, and because I loved her and because she was begging, I did. I now know that it was selfish of me to give up like that. If I wanted to show her I loved her, I would have checked her into rehab.
It's dark and eerie shadows are cast by the starlight. A new moon is out tonight, leaving it almost pitch black. I feel as empty as the night at this moment. It's almost as if time is standing still, and I'm alone on this planet.
I walk outside and lean against the cold stone of the wall. The rock digs into the scars on my back. It hurts like hell, but I deserve to feel this way. I let my best friend down. I owed her so much more than I gave her. I grind my back against the wall, letting the sheer madness of the pain send shock waves through my body. The action is almost mindless.
A guard walks by. I'm still in my scrubs from work, so I cross my fingers and hope he believes me to belong here.
"Are you all right sir?" he asks me.
"I'm fine."
"It's below zero. You should go back inside. You have no coat on."
I nod as only a numb person can. Getting myself together, I walk in through the sliding doors. It's a hospital, but one I'm not familiar with. I can smell death and sadness on these walls. Cries of fatigue drift from various rooms.
The people here want to give in. They don't want to be here. I shudder and take a seat by her door. Should I go in? I still haven't told her I'm here. Will she embrace me as the friend she knew? Will she spit in my face? Or will she no longer remember who I am?
Stupid man, of course she remembers you.
I clasp my hands together, rubbing my two thumbs against each other.
I miss what we had, the seemingly unbreakable friendship. I've often wondered what happened to her after she walked out of my life. Some nights I have dreams where she is walking the halls of another hospital, enjoying her new job, doing well in her new life. I guess my dreams are fanciful. I was wrong to let this happen, wrong to let her go.
It's eleven twenty-two. I should go see her before someone figures out that I'm not supposed to be here. It took so much courage to convince myself to come; I don't think I'd have enough left to make myself come back anytime soon. There are too many emotions attached to this place.
I push the door to her room, and it opens with a slight creak. There are no lights on, but her pale skin illuminates the dark space. Her once silky hair is stringy, and the pillow beneath her porcelain face is streaked with dirt. I can't believe this is happening, as I walk over to her bedside and watch her sleep. Abby is a narcotic, an addict. She is innocent in her dreaming, far away from the worries of the world, she almost looks peaceful.
Her healing hands are cut up, and there's dirt under her fingernails. It is amazing how these hands have done so much good for other bodies, yet so much damage to their own. I gently turn her wrists over to see the tract marks of the needles. I kiss her below the wrist and lower her arm back down.
"I'm sorry," I whisper as I walk out of the room.
It's hard to walk away after being separated from her for so long, but I promise myself that I will return.
~*^*~*^*~*^*~End: Sombra de la Tormenta, Prolouge.~*^*~*
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who beta'd/gave feedback on my drafts. Raine, Cathi, Sara (c's), my english teacher, and Shannon. Thanks you all.
I have a few more chapters I'm editing now, but sujestions are great.
Feedback is welcome at Rockarbaby@aol.com
Thanks for reading.
Author:Alanna diAblo
Summery: Abby asks Carter not to help her. Carter complies. Chaos insues.
Authors Note:See end please
Spoilers: None
Archive: Go ahead, but keep my name on it.
* * * *
Sombra de la Tormenta, by Alanna diAblo
Prolouge
* * * *
I gave up on her and now I see the damage I've done. Ones actions have consequences for others. I no longer doubt this credo. She asked me to give up, and because I loved her and because she was begging, I did. I now know that it was selfish of me to give up like that. If I wanted to show her I loved her, I would have checked her into rehab.
It's dark and eerie shadows are cast by the starlight. A new moon is out tonight, leaving it almost pitch black. I feel as empty as the night at this moment. It's almost as if time is standing still, and I'm alone on this planet.
I walk outside and lean against the cold stone of the wall. The rock digs into the scars on my back. It hurts like hell, but I deserve to feel this way. I let my best friend down. I owed her so much more than I gave her. I grind my back against the wall, letting the sheer madness of the pain send shock waves through my body. The action is almost mindless.
A guard walks by. I'm still in my scrubs from work, so I cross my fingers and hope he believes me to belong here.
"Are you all right sir?" he asks me.
"I'm fine."
"It's below zero. You should go back inside. You have no coat on."
I nod as only a numb person can. Getting myself together, I walk in through the sliding doors. It's a hospital, but one I'm not familiar with. I can smell death and sadness on these walls. Cries of fatigue drift from various rooms.
The people here want to give in. They don't want to be here. I shudder and take a seat by her door. Should I go in? I still haven't told her I'm here. Will she embrace me as the friend she knew? Will she spit in my face? Or will she no longer remember who I am?
Stupid man, of course she remembers you.
I clasp my hands together, rubbing my two thumbs against each other.
I miss what we had, the seemingly unbreakable friendship. I've often wondered what happened to her after she walked out of my life. Some nights I have dreams where she is walking the halls of another hospital, enjoying her new job, doing well in her new life. I guess my dreams are fanciful. I was wrong to let this happen, wrong to let her go.
It's eleven twenty-two. I should go see her before someone figures out that I'm not supposed to be here. It took so much courage to convince myself to come; I don't think I'd have enough left to make myself come back anytime soon. There are too many emotions attached to this place.
I push the door to her room, and it opens with a slight creak. There are no lights on, but her pale skin illuminates the dark space. Her once silky hair is stringy, and the pillow beneath her porcelain face is streaked with dirt. I can't believe this is happening, as I walk over to her bedside and watch her sleep. Abby is a narcotic, an addict. She is innocent in her dreaming, far away from the worries of the world, she almost looks peaceful.
Her healing hands are cut up, and there's dirt under her fingernails. It is amazing how these hands have done so much good for other bodies, yet so much damage to their own. I gently turn her wrists over to see the tract marks of the needles. I kiss her below the wrist and lower her arm back down.
"I'm sorry," I whisper as I walk out of the room.
It's hard to walk away after being separated from her for so long, but I promise myself that I will return.
~*^*~*^*~*^*~End: Sombra de la Tormenta, Prolouge.~*^*~*
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who beta'd/gave feedback on my drafts. Raine, Cathi, Sara (c's), my english teacher, and Shannon. Thanks you all.
I have a few more chapters I'm editing now, but sujestions are great.
Feedback is welcome at Rockarbaby@aol.com
Thanks for reading.