Miss Me, When I'm Gone.
Hours, minutes and days had past seeming like years for the ones who awaited in them.She had kept on throughout out those days, giving many some sort of hope for her health...but for some making it hurt even more.Daniel hadn't seen her in that time even though she was always the first thing he spoke about whenever he crossed paths with Faith, she wanted to tell him the truth...and sometimes she'd bring herself to telling the little boy of what happened...but when she looked into his eyes, she knew she never had the heart to.
People came and went from Charity's bed side, holding out strong hopes for what Faith had hoped and prayed for but as the days passed, some wondered if their prayers and hopes for her where even being listened to.She knew better, she knew someone was listening to her so she came back everyday sometimes all alone, like today never leaving her daughter's side...knowing that she would be alright, and she was going to get through this.
Like many days that followed it, Harmony's Hospital remained quiet and calm.The sound of people comming and going walking past her could be heard, as Faith's eyes focussed on Charity's hopsital room across from her.Some daus this would be the first room she'd retreat to, but today she couldn't.Seeing her daughter the way she was, just made her fear for something she knew she didn't want to happen so she remained outside, sitting patiently for Eve.
Betty stood quietly at the other end of the door, turning to Faith who was sitting at the other end of the room.She had a daughter too, and seeing what was going around tore her up just as much as it did Faith.The day Charity was brough in was still fresh in her thoughts as it was to all she saw that came in and out of her room, as she stood where she was standing that very day she could almost feel her tears burning down the sides of her cheeks...she didn't even know why?But they just fell endlessly, as she felt her heart drop all she could think about was her daughter, years younger that Charity of course yet the feeling felt universal.She sped home as fast as her car would bring her, and she held her girl in her arms as tight as she could...hoping to God, she'd be lucky enough to cherish her presence, for aslong as he was willing.Never again would she take anything in her life for granted, never again would she take the people that she loved for granted, knowing in mear seconds they could be gone.
"how is she?" Betty answered her voice a little meak, and shaky.Her eyes rested on Eve who was checking Charity by her bedside, with all honesty hoping Eve had good news this time.
The woman turned to her, a slight glow in her eyes as the corner of her lips curved into a tentive smile"better."Eve responded crisply.
"so,"she began a smile appearing on her lips aswell"so this means that..."
"we can't be too sure,"she cut in instantly"but it certainly leaves room for hope."she ended while resting her hands in he lab coat."I'm going to talk to her mother, would you keep an eye on Mrs.Monroe for awhile before you go."
"certainly,"her smile resided, as she spoke watching Eve head out of the room.She approached the chair next to Charity slowly before speaking once more"certainly."she repeated.
'Am I still here? ' she thought to herself, as she awoke in a room covered in grey and white.She was all alone, not knowing whether she was going insane or if she was truly dead, but whatever the case might of been she could help but feal erie about it.Her eyes went up to the cieling or at least what appeared to be one, and Charity couldn't help but hear voices...almost like quiet whisperes that spoke through a white light, all beckoning her to the light.They all sounded so beautiful, so calm and care free...she felt lulled by them, mesmorized even; Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad to follow, there was no point in living anymore after all the harm she'd done to the people she loved, but what would happen if she was actually gone?
Faith quickly stood as she saw Eve come into view, she was anxious to know what news she ahd to bring for her today...would her daughter remain for another day, or was it was she'd feared.
"where is everyone?" Eve asked concerned that she was all alone.
"they couldn't make it."she quickly responed."so it's just me!" she laughed wryly, not really remembering the last time she ahd done such.She met up with Eve's smile, when her focussed turned from the floor."does that mean what I think it means!?" she questioned, as her eyes searched Eve's expressions.
"we need to take Charity to the O.R to work on her stab wounds, she's lost an excess amount of blood," Eve began with all seriousness in her tone." if we want Charity to have an actuall chance of surviving, we need to give her a blood transfusion."
"of course,"Faith nodded franticlly"anything."
"other than that, I'm very please with your daughter's progress...she's grown into a very strong woman, Faith."Eve admitted with honesty, she had been familiar with the Charity before she had left and she honestly had no resemblance to the one she'd seen in the past few days before this happened.She had to say she was a little proud, and some where deep seeing apart of herself in her youth in her.
"I know,"Faith responded, with a small smile"and...thank you, I don't think she would have made it this far without your help."and with that she grabbed Eve into a hug, one that Eve certainlly wasn't expecting although it was welcomed.
"you're very welcome."Eve replied, while patting the woman on the back.
Night came, quick but not quick enough for him.His shadow outlined in the night, as he sat in the dark with his empty bottle of burben and the smoke from his cigarette filling through the room.All was motionless and still, as the sound of the clock in the bathroom slowly pushed Jackson off the edge.
In the night, alone in his hotel room he planned his escape.This whole act of him actually caring about how his wife was doing was growing too old, and it seemed as if that bitch Jessica was comming to see that he didn't have anything to do with Charity's murder,or, she couldn't find anything against him.
He laughed smoke rising from where he sat as he thought about all the people he'd fooled.Right now everyone in that ridiculously idiotic police station were racking their brains, as to who would commit such a horrid crime...and to Charity Standish of all people.All, especially him...he felt like killing him right on the spot, the nerve of that bastard to speak to her! Didn't he think he'd caused enough trouble.
'bullshit.' he muttered to himself, as he thought of Miguel's words.Who in the hell did he think he was, did he honestly think that he could ever replace him in Daniel's heart, he only had one father!One.
He knew how much it would hurt Daniel to loose Charity, but as soon as they left he'd make it up to him...he would find him another mother, preferbly one who believed in fedellity unlike his wife.Soon to be ex-wife of course, he'd be the father he deserved.He could promise him that.
Hours, minutes and days had past and he had seen no sight of her.He was starting to forget what she looked like, what it sounded like to see her speak and laugh...and it scared him.Nights like this he would dream of her comming back, he'd dream that she would walk through his door, and take him into her arms and promise she'd never leave again, but when he woke he only faced the frilly pink girlie room, and his mother was no where in sight.
Where was she? he thought with a touch of anger in his thoughts, he couldn't understand why his mother would leave him for so long, and not even call.Maybe she didn't love him anymore, maybe she never did...
Daniel lay quietly in his bead, listening to each creek in the house before he got up from his bed.He had done this nights before, going downstairs and waiting at the steps hoping that one night his mother might walk through that door, he tip-toed quietly down the hall and down the stairs where he met nothing but the dark door, he truned in defead to head back up the stairs until he heard her, it had to be her he knew that giggle it was his mother.
"Mommy!?" he squeeked as he entered the room, meeting only the glare of the t.v in the livingroom and his grand-mother sitting on the couch.
"sweetie,"Faith began wearyly"it's late what are you doing up?"
"I thought she came home,"he began while moving to sit next to Faith."what is this?" he questioned, watching a younger version of her mother, surrounded by familiar faces.
"oh,"Faith sniffeled"this is your Mommy's sixteenth birthday," Faith explained, trying hard to hide her emotions from the little boy who sat beside her."see," she laughed" that's uncle Marcus, and Miguel..."she trailed."and your mom."she sighed quietly.
He sat quietly taking the video in, and no doubt asking as many questions as he could think of and observing each face...but even so, taking in his mother's face and her laugh and holding somewher in the depths of his heart.
He layed in his bed, eyes wide open looking up at the cieling fighting to keep his eyes opened.He couldn't go to sleep, he didn't want to because if he did, he'd see her face and that would remind him of everything he'd been trying to forget.This wasn't the first time, the image of her beauty had haunted his dreams for many nights, keeping him up all hours of the night.
He'd tried to avoid going to the hospital aswell, he still refused to sit and cling to the fact that Charity might die he wouldn't.On nights like these he'd think about her, about them, what went wrong...he'd think about Kay, and Maria.He'd think about all the things he did wrong, all the people he'd done wrong...but mostly he'd think about her, he was wrong to have longed for her through all that time but he did.A longing so deep he wouldn't dare speak of it, fearing to hash up the hurt of loosing her.
Deep in thought Miguel arose from his bed, and walked over to his office down the hall.His eyes fell on his desk full of papers of other murder cases through Harmony and the other sates, nights when thoughts of her plauged him he'd come here and shift through these old murder cases with the thought of it having some kind of link towards the killer, who was still un-identified.This is where he spent his restless nights, and this was where he'd continued to spend them until his promise was reached.
Hours, minutes and days had past seeming like years for the ones who awaited in them.She had kept on throughout out those days, giving many some sort of hope for her health...but for some making it hurt even more.Daniel hadn't seen her in that time even though she was always the first thing he spoke about whenever he crossed paths with Faith, she wanted to tell him the truth...and sometimes she'd bring herself to telling the little boy of what happened...but when she looked into his eyes, she knew she never had the heart to.
People came and went from Charity's bed side, holding out strong hopes for what Faith had hoped and prayed for but as the days passed, some wondered if their prayers and hopes for her where even being listened to.She knew better, she knew someone was listening to her so she came back everyday sometimes all alone, like today never leaving her daughter's side...knowing that she would be alright, and she was going to get through this.
Like many days that followed it, Harmony's Hospital remained quiet and calm.The sound of people comming and going walking past her could be heard, as Faith's eyes focussed on Charity's hopsital room across from her.Some daus this would be the first room she'd retreat to, but today she couldn't.Seeing her daughter the way she was, just made her fear for something she knew she didn't want to happen so she remained outside, sitting patiently for Eve.
Betty stood quietly at the other end of the door, turning to Faith who was sitting at the other end of the room.She had a daughter too, and seeing what was going around tore her up just as much as it did Faith.The day Charity was brough in was still fresh in her thoughts as it was to all she saw that came in and out of her room, as she stood where she was standing that very day she could almost feel her tears burning down the sides of her cheeks...she didn't even know why?But they just fell endlessly, as she felt her heart drop all she could think about was her daughter, years younger that Charity of course yet the feeling felt universal.She sped home as fast as her car would bring her, and she held her girl in her arms as tight as she could...hoping to God, she'd be lucky enough to cherish her presence, for aslong as he was willing.Never again would she take anything in her life for granted, never again would she take the people that she loved for granted, knowing in mear seconds they could be gone.
"how is she?" Betty answered her voice a little meak, and shaky.Her eyes rested on Eve who was checking Charity by her bedside, with all honesty hoping Eve had good news this time.
The woman turned to her, a slight glow in her eyes as the corner of her lips curved into a tentive smile"better."Eve responded crisply.
"so,"she began a smile appearing on her lips aswell"so this means that..."
"we can't be too sure,"she cut in instantly"but it certainly leaves room for hope."she ended while resting her hands in he lab coat."I'm going to talk to her mother, would you keep an eye on Mrs.Monroe for awhile before you go."
"certainly,"her smile resided, as she spoke watching Eve head out of the room.She approached the chair next to Charity slowly before speaking once more"certainly."she repeated.
'Am I still here? ' she thought to herself, as she awoke in a room covered in grey and white.She was all alone, not knowing whether she was going insane or if she was truly dead, but whatever the case might of been she could help but feal erie about it.Her eyes went up to the cieling or at least what appeared to be one, and Charity couldn't help but hear voices...almost like quiet whisperes that spoke through a white light, all beckoning her to the light.They all sounded so beautiful, so calm and care free...she felt lulled by them, mesmorized even; Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad to follow, there was no point in living anymore after all the harm she'd done to the people she loved, but what would happen if she was actually gone?
Faith quickly stood as she saw Eve come into view, she was anxious to know what news she ahd to bring for her today...would her daughter remain for another day, or was it was she'd feared.
"where is everyone?" Eve asked concerned that she was all alone.
"they couldn't make it."she quickly responed."so it's just me!" she laughed wryly, not really remembering the last time she ahd done such.She met up with Eve's smile, when her focussed turned from the floor."does that mean what I think it means!?" she questioned, as her eyes searched Eve's expressions.
"we need to take Charity to the O.R to work on her stab wounds, she's lost an excess amount of blood," Eve began with all seriousness in her tone." if we want Charity to have an actuall chance of surviving, we need to give her a blood transfusion."
"of course,"Faith nodded franticlly"anything."
"other than that, I'm very please with your daughter's progress...she's grown into a very strong woman, Faith."Eve admitted with honesty, she had been familiar with the Charity before she had left and she honestly had no resemblance to the one she'd seen in the past few days before this happened.She had to say she was a little proud, and some where deep seeing apart of herself in her youth in her.
"I know,"Faith responded, with a small smile"and...thank you, I don't think she would have made it this far without your help."and with that she grabbed Eve into a hug, one that Eve certainlly wasn't expecting although it was welcomed.
"you're very welcome."Eve replied, while patting the woman on the back.
Night came, quick but not quick enough for him.His shadow outlined in the night, as he sat in the dark with his empty bottle of burben and the smoke from his cigarette filling through the room.All was motionless and still, as the sound of the clock in the bathroom slowly pushed Jackson off the edge.
In the night, alone in his hotel room he planned his escape.This whole act of him actually caring about how his wife was doing was growing too old, and it seemed as if that bitch Jessica was comming to see that he didn't have anything to do with Charity's murder,or, she couldn't find anything against him.
He laughed smoke rising from where he sat as he thought about all the people he'd fooled.Right now everyone in that ridiculously idiotic police station were racking their brains, as to who would commit such a horrid crime...and to Charity Standish of all people.All, especially him...he felt like killing him right on the spot, the nerve of that bastard to speak to her! Didn't he think he'd caused enough trouble.
'bullshit.' he muttered to himself, as he thought of Miguel's words.Who in the hell did he think he was, did he honestly think that he could ever replace him in Daniel's heart, he only had one father!One.
He knew how much it would hurt Daniel to loose Charity, but as soon as they left he'd make it up to him...he would find him another mother, preferbly one who believed in fedellity unlike his wife.Soon to be ex-wife of course, he'd be the father he deserved.He could promise him that.
Hours, minutes and days had past and he had seen no sight of her.He was starting to forget what she looked like, what it sounded like to see her speak and laugh...and it scared him.Nights like this he would dream of her comming back, he'd dream that she would walk through his door, and take him into her arms and promise she'd never leave again, but when he woke he only faced the frilly pink girlie room, and his mother was no where in sight.
Where was she? he thought with a touch of anger in his thoughts, he couldn't understand why his mother would leave him for so long, and not even call.Maybe she didn't love him anymore, maybe she never did...
Daniel lay quietly in his bead, listening to each creek in the house before he got up from his bed.He had done this nights before, going downstairs and waiting at the steps hoping that one night his mother might walk through that door, he tip-toed quietly down the hall and down the stairs where he met nothing but the dark door, he truned in defead to head back up the stairs until he heard her, it had to be her he knew that giggle it was his mother.
"Mommy!?" he squeeked as he entered the room, meeting only the glare of the t.v in the livingroom and his grand-mother sitting on the couch.
"sweetie,"Faith began wearyly"it's late what are you doing up?"
"I thought she came home,"he began while moving to sit next to Faith."what is this?" he questioned, watching a younger version of her mother, surrounded by familiar faces.
"oh,"Faith sniffeled"this is your Mommy's sixteenth birthday," Faith explained, trying hard to hide her emotions from the little boy who sat beside her."see," she laughed" that's uncle Marcus, and Miguel..."she trailed."and your mom."she sighed quietly.
He sat quietly taking the video in, and no doubt asking as many questions as he could think of and observing each face...but even so, taking in his mother's face and her laugh and holding somewher in the depths of his heart.
He layed in his bed, eyes wide open looking up at the cieling fighting to keep his eyes opened.He couldn't go to sleep, he didn't want to because if he did, he'd see her face and that would remind him of everything he'd been trying to forget.This wasn't the first time, the image of her beauty had haunted his dreams for many nights, keeping him up all hours of the night.
He'd tried to avoid going to the hospital aswell, he still refused to sit and cling to the fact that Charity might die he wouldn't.On nights like these he'd think about her, about them, what went wrong...he'd think about Kay, and Maria.He'd think about all the things he did wrong, all the people he'd done wrong...but mostly he'd think about her, he was wrong to have longed for her through all that time but he did.A longing so deep he wouldn't dare speak of it, fearing to hash up the hurt of loosing her.
Deep in thought Miguel arose from his bed, and walked over to his office down the hall.His eyes fell on his desk full of papers of other murder cases through Harmony and the other sates, nights when thoughts of her plauged him he'd come here and shift through these old murder cases with the thought of it having some kind of link towards the killer, who was still un-identified.This is where he spent his restless nights, and this was where he'd continued to spend them until his promise was reached.