Once again, sorry for the delay, being a senior and about to graduate a few things going on making it hectic but I didn't forget ;). Don't own the song I use in the end 3 DOORS DOWN DO, OKAY! Hope you like what I have in the end, and enjoy. BTW big thanks go to Amanda (Syko4Bosco) and BEE and Laurie (Taylor55david) even Jess (Boscogirl) you have helped me in so many ways you could not even imagine, and last thanks go out to Helena for giving me those wonderful e-mails THANKS!!!! Also thanks go out to all of you that have reviewed you guys are the best THANK YOU!!!!
(6/6)
PART 6
As the single shot rang out and echoed off the walls of the Emergency Room, the two partners standing in front of one another, time stood still. Bosco still had the gun to his head, one last tear escaped his face as it fell to the ground. He looked at her, blinked his eyes slowly looking at the weapon, speaking words without saying a single thing, all by his eyes saying clearly 'you shot me.'
Faith then watched as Bosco's body then slump to the ground with dead weight. The weapon with one less bullet finally came to a rest by her side as she stood there not even able to move. It had come to that. Putting a bullet into her best friend's body.
By the time Bosco had fallen and everybody had registered in their own minds of what just had transpired, the doctors got up quickly and did their own job, assist Bosco.
Her aim had been dead on, right into the shoulder, stopping him from making the ultimate mistake of his life. The blood had begun to seep through the raggedy uniform as the ER doctors swarmed him.
As her partner was wheeled away to some unauthorized area Faith just stood there when Procter joined her. Bosco had been taken up to surgery and that wasn't the task of Procter's job so she did the next best thing, see how the other half of 55david was holding up.
"You had to."
"I know." Faith Yokas knew it was that or having Bosco be dead at that point in time, but she wish there had been a better way. Looking down she bent down and picked up the gray slick 9 mm that was owned by her partner, the weight telling her just how deadly it was.
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It had been a week, Faith coming and going. She couldn't stay, she was supporting a family and as much as it pained her to be away from her partner who was nothing but all right, she still had her job to do. Even if she wanted to visit her partner, she wouldn't be able to, only family were allowed in the psyche ward. After the events that had transpired in the middle of the room of the ER, they had declared Bosco unstable, saying he was a danger to others and even to himself. Faith found it ironic, they had realized he was danger to himself before the doctors decided to "deem" him that.
On Saturday Faith headed to Angel of Mercy with one thing on her mind, see how her partner was doing. A complete dull hour would go by before Angela Rose Boscorelli would come walking out of the big heavy doors that were only there to keep patients in. She got up and met Bosco's mother half way.
"How is he?"
Faith watched the features of the woman in front of her, the expression of nothing but sadness, showing Faith that Angela was nothing but scared for her son as he wasted away and there not being a damn thing she could do for him.
"Well," Angela Rose began "not as good as we would hope, not talking, not responding, just lays there as you talk. The only thing reaction is the blinking of his eyes."
Then Faith watched as the mother before her break.
"God, what is wrong with my baby boy, why won't he try?"
Faith's heart broke seeing the tears beginning to fall, her own trying to but she held it and instead reached out and hugged Angela Rose Boscorelli, a mother to a mother.
"It's okay, we'll figure something out."
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When Faith Yokas walked into her apartment she was greeted with her son sitting on the couch watching something on the television. Her son had been keeping to himself not even really showing up for anything but to get something to snack here and there. It was understandable, he had lost his friend and I'm sure it messed him even up more that it was her partner. But knowing that he was going through a normal grieving process she kept a very careful watch, making sure he didn't get over depressed.
"Hey sweety."
She walked up and kissed the top of her son's head.
"So what you watching?" Looking up, but before she could get a good grasp of what he was watching the screen went black.
"Nothing." Almost acting like he didn't want her seeing what he was watching.
"Want anything to eat?" Trying to jump to another subject quickly.
"Sure....I guess."
"Alright."
Faith then moved to the kitchen began pulling out some lettuce, tomatoes and other things that could make a good sandwich.
"Where's your sister and father?"
"Don't know."
She tried to read as 'I don't care,' or 'I really don't know.' Glancing at the fridge where sometimes they left notes for anybody that came home to find the apartment empty she spotted one from Fred saying 'doing errands, Em with me."
By the time she had the sandwiches made Charlie had gotten up and was standing by the door, staring at her. She shifted to walk to the table with the food but stopped abruptly not knowing Charlie been standing there.
"How's Bosco?"
Faith was caught off guard with this question. Not sure how to answer Faith moved passed him, placing the plates down on the respectable spots all the while Charlie watching her.
"What do you want to drink Charlie?"
She then said this while walking back to the kitchen but stopped and waited for an answer but all he did now was shrug.
"Pepsi, yeah that sounds good." Saying this to herself she then grabbed the pop out and brought out the glasses out of the cupboards.
"How come you won't answer my question, it's simple enough?" asked Charlie.
She stopped pouring then started up again like she had made a conscious decision just to ignore him.
"Mom...." He waited and then said it again but no answer finally said it much louder and this time he got what he wanted.
"What Charlie, WHAT?" her voice full of irritation like he been asking for candy the whole time. She had spun around holding the pop in her hand.
"How's Bosco?" Faith then turned grabbed the cap of the pop as she spoke.
"He's fine Charlie, just fine." She placed the half empty 2 litter back in the refrigerator and then slammed it, the force making some of the magnets placed neatly on the door to fall down in a slanted fashion.
"No he's not, why can't you just tell me?"
Faith kept staring at the fridge, as though she had forgotten what she wanted to grab and was standing there till it came back to her.
"Can I see him?"
That broke her fix on the fridge turning her head she looked at her son like had lost his mind.
"What?"
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Charlie and Faith Yokas walked into the all to familiar hospital. Doc, Procter, Angela Rose Boscorelli, and another doctor had yet to seen before all standing, and waiting for them.
When Charlie asked if he could see Bosco, it shocked Faith even scared her a bit. She didn't know how Bosco would be, react to her son, hell even look like. Charlie was used to seeing Bosco smirking, standing up right and in good health, not lying in some bed, pale faced, dark circles, unshaved and not himself. But as she thought about it she figured maybe Charlie was for the best bet to shake Bosco and make him realize it wasn't his fault.
So she called in a favor, the one she knew if anybody could get her in it would be him, Monty Parker, Doc. Being head of the EMS and being there longer then Faith and Bosco put together, he knew some of the doctors and had much of a better chance of getting Charlie in then she ever would alone.
"Mrs. Yokas, and this must be Charlie?" The doctor greeted them with a small smile.
Faith put out her hand and shook the doctors.
"Doctor Jankins needs to explain a few things before Charlie can go in." Doc explained. Faith nodded her head and looked over at Angela who was more then willing to occupy Charlie for a second.
When Charlie was out of ear shot, Doctor Jankins began.
"I'm going to be straight with you, Boscorelli isn't in the best shape. Yes physically he is in perfect health but mentally he's not all there, that is why we gone with the precautions of putting restraints on him."
Closing her eyes for a second trying to get her mind around the fact Bosco having them on she then opened and nodded her head that she was ready for more.
"Granted Boscorelli hasn't made great improvement but we were able to take them off but with your son coming in, we're not going to give him any opportunities to snap like he did in the ER."
"Okay, gimmie a second to explain to Charlie."
Walking over she got down on her knees in front of Charlie who was sitting on one of the metal chairs talking to Angela who know got up herself to leave the two to talk.
"Charlie, I want you to understand something, when you go in there, you have to realize Bosco is very sick. That's why he is in the place, to get the help he needs to be better," biting her lip trying to get this all out "he's going to be tied down and probably not a whole lot responsive but talk to him like you would talk to me, all right?"
All Charlie had to do was nod his head. With that Faith took Charlie's hand got up and walked over to the doctor.
"This way Charlie." Instructed the Doctor.
Charlie began walking following the doctor looking back once looking at the small group behind him, and then turned and walked in with the doctor as the door open then closed behind him.
Faith watched as her son walked in with the doctor, watching as the door shut and the sign so clearly in bold print 'NO admittance beyond this point.'
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Charlie could hear his sneakers squeaking on the clean tile as he followed the doctor down the hallway. A few times walking by the doors that were closed he swore he heard screaming, and that scared him to the core. After turns and twists down the corridors they made it to Bosco's room. The door was open and the lights were off and the only thing at that point in time that Charlie could sense was his heart beginning to pump harder.
"Go on." The doctor had brought him out of his thoughts, and he glanced up once at the doctor then taking a very deep breath he stepped into the room.
Even though the room wasn't lit up, Charlie could still see the form on the bed, the tight restraints on the arms and legs of the man he was use to seeing full of life, picking him up and spinning him around just like his own father did. But now Bosco was reduced to this small figure, and not having the option of getting up or turning onto his side and that Charlie felt sickened by.
"Hey," he said very quietly, unsure how to speak to a man he known all his life "its me, Charlie." His whisper, still not coming up. From where he stood he could see very clearly Bosco's eyes were in fact open, but thing was, he just stared up at the ceiling. Didn't even try acknowledging that Charlie was in the room.
"I uhh, wanted to see," Charlie crossed his arms "see how you were doing....yeah." Charlie spoke the last part as though he was saying it to himself and not to Bosco.
Spotting the chair next to Bosco's bed, Charlie went and sat down on it, but found that he felt smaller. Bosco's bed a bit higher and Charlie didn't just have quite the height yet, but that didn't even matter to him.
Looking around the room Charlie sat there and then rested his eyes on Bosco. He felt so uncomfortable being there, but that's all he could do, was sit there and think up what next to say to Bosco to get him to respond.
Maurice Boscorelli was trapped. He was trapped in his mind and he couldn't figure out a way to escape, to free himself from whatever had a hold of him. It wasn't like Bosco didn't know what was going on around him, because he did. He heard his mother whisper loving words into his ear, holding his hand tightly, hearing her sniffle as she tried to keep her composure. But as much as Bosco tried to say something to reach out and tell her he was going to be okay, he couldn't. Something held him back, and it was beginning to look easier to just give up. That was never his style, but why fight when you can't see it?
Everyday it became the same thing, doctor come in talk to him, telling him
how he was feeling, or try to act like a friend. His mother would then show up right after, telling him what was going on in the world, how she felt and about herself. Then a nurse would come see how he was healing on the gunshot wound he received from Faith. Through it all Bosco found himself just staring up at the ceiling, listening but not being able to come out of it.
But something different happened. One day a few nurses and his usual doctor came in. Started rambling off about how there was a kid coming in, and they weren't going to risk him doing anything like he had pulled in the emergency room. So that's when the restraints came on. Bosco had been use to them when they were first on, after the whole mess happened, but they took them off and he was actually relieved even though he didn't move even with them off, but he liked the idea of if he ever had to get up he could. But then they were back on and Bosco felt once again utterly and helplessly out of control of his life.
That's when Charlie walked into the room. Even though he kept his eyes staring right up at the ceiling, he was able to move them just enough he saw Charlie walk in. Everything inside of him began to sink down. Bosco did not want Charlie seeing him like this, tied down like an animal. Only there was nothing Bosco could do, but just lay there. So he took on his normal role and waited to see what Charlie had to say to him.
"Hey," Bosco could barely even hear the kid he was talking so softly, like if he spoke any loudly he was going to get up and pound the kid for disturbing his sleep "its me, Charlie."
"I uhh, wanted to see," then if Bosco didn't think it was anymore possible Charlie's voice trailed off as he spoke the last of his sentence "see how you were doing....yeah."
After a few seconds of silence, Bosco then out of the corner of his vision saw Charlie sit down beside him. Then the room became deadly silent again, the silence Bosco hated so much, making him want to scream just to avoid hearing the nothingness. Then Charlie spoke, and Bosco wondered maybe if the silence was better then hearing what he had to say.
When Charlie fixed his gaze on Bosco, Charlie felt something he never thought he could ever feel towards his mother's partner. Anger. Charlie was angered that Bosco was doing this to himself, doing this to everybody. So with these thoughts racing through his mind Charlie said it like it was.
"I hate you for this." Since Charlie was watching Bosco, he had seen the change in Bosco's blank stare, the flicker, the caught off guard look, not ready for a comment like the one he just given.
Bosco never in a million years did he think he could get Charlie to hate him. But surprise, surprise, he had done it. All because he felt sorry for himself. Then it struck Bosco, he was indeed hurting everybody else as well as he declined down this mammoth rollercoaster. Bosco's own words played over and over in his mind, the same ones he had said to Faith "and here comes this stupid selfish....I have no sympathy." Charlie continued what he had to say to him.
"I really came here because I just," trying to choose the right words "to tell you....you did your job, and did it well." Charlie saw it again, the flicker in Bosco's hard-core expression, so he kept going hoping it was making more of an impact then he thought it was.
"You saved her life, my mom's and I thank you for that, I know what happened and if you would have hesitated, well we know she would probably be dead, so....thank you." Charlie decided his time was up. He didn't have to keep going but before turning to leave Charlie stood over Bosco's bed at the end and with soft words he spoke for the last time,
"There should be more cops out in the streets like you,....and I would of shot him too."
That was it for Charlie Yokas and with that said he left. If Charlie would have looked back he would have seen Maurice Boscorelli's head up with a very small light smile and a twinkle of life back in his eye.
The End!
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
Cause now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
I'm over this
I'm tired of livin' in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I know
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun again
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't tell what I've done
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun again
3 Doors Down-Away from the Sun
(6/6)
PART 6
As the single shot rang out and echoed off the walls of the Emergency Room, the two partners standing in front of one another, time stood still. Bosco still had the gun to his head, one last tear escaped his face as it fell to the ground. He looked at her, blinked his eyes slowly looking at the weapon, speaking words without saying a single thing, all by his eyes saying clearly 'you shot me.'
Faith then watched as Bosco's body then slump to the ground with dead weight. The weapon with one less bullet finally came to a rest by her side as she stood there not even able to move. It had come to that. Putting a bullet into her best friend's body.
By the time Bosco had fallen and everybody had registered in their own minds of what just had transpired, the doctors got up quickly and did their own job, assist Bosco.
Her aim had been dead on, right into the shoulder, stopping him from making the ultimate mistake of his life. The blood had begun to seep through the raggedy uniform as the ER doctors swarmed him.
As her partner was wheeled away to some unauthorized area Faith just stood there when Procter joined her. Bosco had been taken up to surgery and that wasn't the task of Procter's job so she did the next best thing, see how the other half of 55david was holding up.
"You had to."
"I know." Faith Yokas knew it was that or having Bosco be dead at that point in time, but she wish there had been a better way. Looking down she bent down and picked up the gray slick 9 mm that was owned by her partner, the weight telling her just how deadly it was.
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It had been a week, Faith coming and going. She couldn't stay, she was supporting a family and as much as it pained her to be away from her partner who was nothing but all right, she still had her job to do. Even if she wanted to visit her partner, she wouldn't be able to, only family were allowed in the psyche ward. After the events that had transpired in the middle of the room of the ER, they had declared Bosco unstable, saying he was a danger to others and even to himself. Faith found it ironic, they had realized he was danger to himself before the doctors decided to "deem" him that.
On Saturday Faith headed to Angel of Mercy with one thing on her mind, see how her partner was doing. A complete dull hour would go by before Angela Rose Boscorelli would come walking out of the big heavy doors that were only there to keep patients in. She got up and met Bosco's mother half way.
"How is he?"
Faith watched the features of the woman in front of her, the expression of nothing but sadness, showing Faith that Angela was nothing but scared for her son as he wasted away and there not being a damn thing she could do for him.
"Well," Angela Rose began "not as good as we would hope, not talking, not responding, just lays there as you talk. The only thing reaction is the blinking of his eyes."
Then Faith watched as the mother before her break.
"God, what is wrong with my baby boy, why won't he try?"
Faith's heart broke seeing the tears beginning to fall, her own trying to but she held it and instead reached out and hugged Angela Rose Boscorelli, a mother to a mother.
"It's okay, we'll figure something out."
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When Faith Yokas walked into her apartment she was greeted with her son sitting on the couch watching something on the television. Her son had been keeping to himself not even really showing up for anything but to get something to snack here and there. It was understandable, he had lost his friend and I'm sure it messed him even up more that it was her partner. But knowing that he was going through a normal grieving process she kept a very careful watch, making sure he didn't get over depressed.
"Hey sweety."
She walked up and kissed the top of her son's head.
"So what you watching?" Looking up, but before she could get a good grasp of what he was watching the screen went black.
"Nothing." Almost acting like he didn't want her seeing what he was watching.
"Want anything to eat?" Trying to jump to another subject quickly.
"Sure....I guess."
"Alright."
Faith then moved to the kitchen began pulling out some lettuce, tomatoes and other things that could make a good sandwich.
"Where's your sister and father?"
"Don't know."
She tried to read as 'I don't care,' or 'I really don't know.' Glancing at the fridge where sometimes they left notes for anybody that came home to find the apartment empty she spotted one from Fred saying 'doing errands, Em with me."
By the time she had the sandwiches made Charlie had gotten up and was standing by the door, staring at her. She shifted to walk to the table with the food but stopped abruptly not knowing Charlie been standing there.
"How's Bosco?"
Faith was caught off guard with this question. Not sure how to answer Faith moved passed him, placing the plates down on the respectable spots all the while Charlie watching her.
"What do you want to drink Charlie?"
She then said this while walking back to the kitchen but stopped and waited for an answer but all he did now was shrug.
"Pepsi, yeah that sounds good." Saying this to herself she then grabbed the pop out and brought out the glasses out of the cupboards.
"How come you won't answer my question, it's simple enough?" asked Charlie.
She stopped pouring then started up again like she had made a conscious decision just to ignore him.
"Mom...." He waited and then said it again but no answer finally said it much louder and this time he got what he wanted.
"What Charlie, WHAT?" her voice full of irritation like he been asking for candy the whole time. She had spun around holding the pop in her hand.
"How's Bosco?" Faith then turned grabbed the cap of the pop as she spoke.
"He's fine Charlie, just fine." She placed the half empty 2 litter back in the refrigerator and then slammed it, the force making some of the magnets placed neatly on the door to fall down in a slanted fashion.
"No he's not, why can't you just tell me?"
Faith kept staring at the fridge, as though she had forgotten what she wanted to grab and was standing there till it came back to her.
"Can I see him?"
That broke her fix on the fridge turning her head she looked at her son like had lost his mind.
"What?"
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Charlie and Faith Yokas walked into the all to familiar hospital. Doc, Procter, Angela Rose Boscorelli, and another doctor had yet to seen before all standing, and waiting for them.
When Charlie asked if he could see Bosco, it shocked Faith even scared her a bit. She didn't know how Bosco would be, react to her son, hell even look like. Charlie was used to seeing Bosco smirking, standing up right and in good health, not lying in some bed, pale faced, dark circles, unshaved and not himself. But as she thought about it she figured maybe Charlie was for the best bet to shake Bosco and make him realize it wasn't his fault.
So she called in a favor, the one she knew if anybody could get her in it would be him, Monty Parker, Doc. Being head of the EMS and being there longer then Faith and Bosco put together, he knew some of the doctors and had much of a better chance of getting Charlie in then she ever would alone.
"Mrs. Yokas, and this must be Charlie?" The doctor greeted them with a small smile.
Faith put out her hand and shook the doctors.
"Doctor Jankins needs to explain a few things before Charlie can go in." Doc explained. Faith nodded her head and looked over at Angela who was more then willing to occupy Charlie for a second.
When Charlie was out of ear shot, Doctor Jankins began.
"I'm going to be straight with you, Boscorelli isn't in the best shape. Yes physically he is in perfect health but mentally he's not all there, that is why we gone with the precautions of putting restraints on him."
Closing her eyes for a second trying to get her mind around the fact Bosco having them on she then opened and nodded her head that she was ready for more.
"Granted Boscorelli hasn't made great improvement but we were able to take them off but with your son coming in, we're not going to give him any opportunities to snap like he did in the ER."
"Okay, gimmie a second to explain to Charlie."
Walking over she got down on her knees in front of Charlie who was sitting on one of the metal chairs talking to Angela who know got up herself to leave the two to talk.
"Charlie, I want you to understand something, when you go in there, you have to realize Bosco is very sick. That's why he is in the place, to get the help he needs to be better," biting her lip trying to get this all out "he's going to be tied down and probably not a whole lot responsive but talk to him like you would talk to me, all right?"
All Charlie had to do was nod his head. With that Faith took Charlie's hand got up and walked over to the doctor.
"This way Charlie." Instructed the Doctor.
Charlie began walking following the doctor looking back once looking at the small group behind him, and then turned and walked in with the doctor as the door open then closed behind him.
Faith watched as her son walked in with the doctor, watching as the door shut and the sign so clearly in bold print 'NO admittance beyond this point.'
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Charlie could hear his sneakers squeaking on the clean tile as he followed the doctor down the hallway. A few times walking by the doors that were closed he swore he heard screaming, and that scared him to the core. After turns and twists down the corridors they made it to Bosco's room. The door was open and the lights were off and the only thing at that point in time that Charlie could sense was his heart beginning to pump harder.
"Go on." The doctor had brought him out of his thoughts, and he glanced up once at the doctor then taking a very deep breath he stepped into the room.
Even though the room wasn't lit up, Charlie could still see the form on the bed, the tight restraints on the arms and legs of the man he was use to seeing full of life, picking him up and spinning him around just like his own father did. But now Bosco was reduced to this small figure, and not having the option of getting up or turning onto his side and that Charlie felt sickened by.
"Hey," he said very quietly, unsure how to speak to a man he known all his life "its me, Charlie." His whisper, still not coming up. From where he stood he could see very clearly Bosco's eyes were in fact open, but thing was, he just stared up at the ceiling. Didn't even try acknowledging that Charlie was in the room.
"I uhh, wanted to see," Charlie crossed his arms "see how you were doing....yeah." Charlie spoke the last part as though he was saying it to himself and not to Bosco.
Spotting the chair next to Bosco's bed, Charlie went and sat down on it, but found that he felt smaller. Bosco's bed a bit higher and Charlie didn't just have quite the height yet, but that didn't even matter to him.
Looking around the room Charlie sat there and then rested his eyes on Bosco. He felt so uncomfortable being there, but that's all he could do, was sit there and think up what next to say to Bosco to get him to respond.
Maurice Boscorelli was trapped. He was trapped in his mind and he couldn't figure out a way to escape, to free himself from whatever had a hold of him. It wasn't like Bosco didn't know what was going on around him, because he did. He heard his mother whisper loving words into his ear, holding his hand tightly, hearing her sniffle as she tried to keep her composure. But as much as Bosco tried to say something to reach out and tell her he was going to be okay, he couldn't. Something held him back, and it was beginning to look easier to just give up. That was never his style, but why fight when you can't see it?
Everyday it became the same thing, doctor come in talk to him, telling him
how he was feeling, or try to act like a friend. His mother would then show up right after, telling him what was going on in the world, how she felt and about herself. Then a nurse would come see how he was healing on the gunshot wound he received from Faith. Through it all Bosco found himself just staring up at the ceiling, listening but not being able to come out of it.
But something different happened. One day a few nurses and his usual doctor came in. Started rambling off about how there was a kid coming in, and they weren't going to risk him doing anything like he had pulled in the emergency room. So that's when the restraints came on. Bosco had been use to them when they were first on, after the whole mess happened, but they took them off and he was actually relieved even though he didn't move even with them off, but he liked the idea of if he ever had to get up he could. But then they were back on and Bosco felt once again utterly and helplessly out of control of his life.
That's when Charlie walked into the room. Even though he kept his eyes staring right up at the ceiling, he was able to move them just enough he saw Charlie walk in. Everything inside of him began to sink down. Bosco did not want Charlie seeing him like this, tied down like an animal. Only there was nothing Bosco could do, but just lay there. So he took on his normal role and waited to see what Charlie had to say to him.
"Hey," Bosco could barely even hear the kid he was talking so softly, like if he spoke any loudly he was going to get up and pound the kid for disturbing his sleep "its me, Charlie."
"I uhh, wanted to see," then if Bosco didn't think it was anymore possible Charlie's voice trailed off as he spoke the last of his sentence "see how you were doing....yeah."
After a few seconds of silence, Bosco then out of the corner of his vision saw Charlie sit down beside him. Then the room became deadly silent again, the silence Bosco hated so much, making him want to scream just to avoid hearing the nothingness. Then Charlie spoke, and Bosco wondered maybe if the silence was better then hearing what he had to say.
When Charlie fixed his gaze on Bosco, Charlie felt something he never thought he could ever feel towards his mother's partner. Anger. Charlie was angered that Bosco was doing this to himself, doing this to everybody. So with these thoughts racing through his mind Charlie said it like it was.
"I hate you for this." Since Charlie was watching Bosco, he had seen the change in Bosco's blank stare, the flicker, the caught off guard look, not ready for a comment like the one he just given.
Bosco never in a million years did he think he could get Charlie to hate him. But surprise, surprise, he had done it. All because he felt sorry for himself. Then it struck Bosco, he was indeed hurting everybody else as well as he declined down this mammoth rollercoaster. Bosco's own words played over and over in his mind, the same ones he had said to Faith "and here comes this stupid selfish....I have no sympathy." Charlie continued what he had to say to him.
"I really came here because I just," trying to choose the right words "to tell you....you did your job, and did it well." Charlie saw it again, the flicker in Bosco's hard-core expression, so he kept going hoping it was making more of an impact then he thought it was.
"You saved her life, my mom's and I thank you for that, I know what happened and if you would have hesitated, well we know she would probably be dead, so....thank you." Charlie decided his time was up. He didn't have to keep going but before turning to leave Charlie stood over Bosco's bed at the end and with soft words he spoke for the last time,
"There should be more cops out in the streets like you,....and I would of shot him too."
That was it for Charlie Yokas and with that said he left. If Charlie would have looked back he would have seen Maurice Boscorelli's head up with a very small light smile and a twinkle of life back in his eye.
The End!
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
Cause now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
I'm over this
I'm tired of livin' in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I know
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun again
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't tell what I've done
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun again
3 Doors Down-Away from the Sun