Authors Note: Lil E was never taken away from Theresa. Fox wants Whitney while Theresa wants Ethan. Enjoy!
She stirred a bit as she woke up from her blackout. The pain in her head felt like someone had just hit her over her head with a baseball bat. As she brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes, she felt a liquid on her forehead. She brought her hands before her eyes and slowly realized that it was blood. Her eye sight was yet a little blurred, but she could tell it was blood from it's dark redish color. She slowly climbed out of the mangled car and collapsed onto the dirty, wet pavement. The icy, cold wind of the damp night stung her wounds. Still confused about what had happened, she stumbled around searching for some clues to explain what had just taken place. As her sight came back into focus, she saw that her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. At that moment she felt as though someone had just walked over her grave. Panicking, she wandered about searching for him.
"..."She tried to shout his name, but couldn't. Her voice was gone.
Now breathing heavily, she sat along the side of the road and clutched her stomach.
iThe baby!/i
She began to feel sharp pains in her stomach. Fearing that something was wrong with her baby, she tried to get up and find her cell phone so she could call for help. As she stumbled to the mangled car, she collapsed.
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She felt the soft touch of someone as she woke up.
"Miss, are you alright?" A paramedic asked her as she put her onto a strecher.
"I...I'm fine," she managed to barely say. "Where...where's my boyfriend?"
She looked into the paramedic's eyes and knew something was wrong. Fear shot into her eyes as she looked about and saw two police officers standing over a man's body. She tried to get up, but the paramedic pushed her gently back down.
"Miss, you're hurt. Please we have to get you to the hospital."
"No! That's my boyfriend! Please, I have to make sure he's okay." She cried.
Feeling sympathy towards her, the paramedic escourted her over to the officers. The officers tried to step in front of the man's body so she wouldn't get upset, but it was no use. She knew that it was him.
"No! No!" She cried out.
"I'm sorry, Miss," the officer began to say. "There was nothing that could be done. He died upon the impact. I'm terribly sorry."
She broke free from the paramedic's embrace and pushed the officers out of her way. She got down on her knees and knelt beside his lifeless body. She gently brushed his cheek and began to cry.
"It's not your time," she said softly through her sobs. "Not yet, not like this."
She bent over and clung to his body as if her life depended on him. She wanted to stay there forever, never let go.
"It's all my fault," she whispered into his ear. "I'm so sorry."
As she was kneeling down, her head lowered in shame, the officers lifted her up by her arms and took her into the ambulence. As they carried her to the ambulence, she kept quiet. She didn't want to answer any questions just then. She was still in a state of shock.
iDead? He's dead?/i
As she laid back onto the strecher she could feel the roughness of the sheets. Rough-just what her life had been until he had walked into her life. Things were so complicated back then for her, but once she met him, all that changed. Things weren't as complicated and for once in her life she was loved. Sure, she had the love of a few people, but not the kind of love that he possessed. When she was with him nothing was impossible. With his love she could do anything; she was invincible.
"Miss, can you tell me you and your boyfriend's names?" The officer that rode with them asked.
She remained silent, not wanting to answer any questions still. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the paramedic inserted an i.v. into a vien in her right hand. She thought that she would feel the pain. In fact she was almost certain of it, but nothing. She felt nothing. Could she ever feel anything again? Although her face and fingers were a little numb from the cold, was it possible that she had grown numb all over? Would she remain numb from any kind of true feelings ever again? So many questions ran through her head and at that moment she couldn't deal with any of them. She closed her eyes, this time tighter than before, and hoped that she would wake up and learn that this all was a terrible dream.
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She opened her eyes only to see herself lying in a hospital room. She rubbed her eyes, thinking that she was dreaming, only it wasn't a dream. She looked about the room with cold eyes. The room itself felt cold and lonely. The room was rather plain looking; deep gray walls and white tiles. It certainly didn't feel like a friendly place.
"Where am I?" She asked the nurse who was changing her i.v.
"You're at the county hospital," she replied sweetly.
She was an older, African American woman. She thought that she must be around 60 or so by the wrinkles upon her kind face. Her hair had a lot more gray in it than white. She noticed that the nurse was starring at her in a rather strange way. It made her uncomfortable so she closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep. Although the room was making her feel lonely and sad, she didn't want to leave it.
iAnywhere's better than home right now/i
She couldn't go back home just yet. Everything would be a constant reminder of him and it would be too much for her to take. She needed to stay far away from there. She even considered not going back there at all, but her only belongings were there. Eventually she would have to gain up enough courage and go there, no matter how much it would hurt.
Once she heard the nurse leave the room, she opened up her eyes again. This time she let a tear escape her left eye once she saw his things. She thought about wipping the tear away, but she couldn't. Instead she let it slide down her tearstaind cheek. It lingered slowly as it slid down. Finally, when it was at the edge of her chin, it fell onto her hospital gown leaving proof that it had died. Died-just like him. Everything she ever truely loved died.
iI must be a curse. If people get too close to me, they'll only end up dead/i
She rested her head upon her pillow and thought back to the day Diana died. Diana had been one of her closest friends throughout everything. She had stuck by her thick and thin when her other friends abandoned her. They were close like sisters were and they never wanted that to change, but it did.
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One day when Diana and she were walking to the movies, they got into an argument over a guy that they had both liked. Diana stormed off and left her to be alone.
"I'll leave you to be alone so you can think about what's more important, me or him."
As Diana was crossing the street to get back home, a car appeared out of nowhere, running Diana over.
"Diana!" She cried out.
She ran over to her friend who was barely still holding on.
"Diana, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."
"No...it's not."
"You mean more to me than any guy. You're my best friend."
"I...know," she managed to say before taking her last breath.
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"Well, it appears that you and your baby are going to be just fine," The doctor told her, waking her up from her flashback.
She nodded and smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry about your boyfriend."
She nodded again, this time with tears brimming in her eyes.
"Do...do you have a place to stay the night?"
She shook her head no.
"I see. Well, in that case, we are going to keep you over night. Just to make sure everything is fine with the baby." He winked kindly.
She nodded yet again.
"I'll be back a few times more to check on you before my shift is over," he said, heading out of the room.
"Thank you," she said in a low voice before he left.
He turned around and smiled, "You're welcome. Now get some rest."
She slept silently for most of the night, but once in a while she would wake up from nightmares. The whole accident played over in her mind. Well, the part that she could remember. She couldn't exactly remember how the accident happened, but she knew what the results of it were.
iWhat am I going to do without him?/i
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When she woke up in the morning, she was able to feel the soarness from her wounds. The pain in her back was of one that she never felt before. She tried to sit up, but because the pain was too much she decided to just lay there until a nurse came in. A nurse came in not to long after she woke up with her discharge papers and some instructions, which she was to follow. She put on her clothes from the night before slowly because she couldn't move that fast. As she slipped on her short, black skirt, she noticed how cut up her legs were. She knew that was from when she had collapsed onto the pavement. While pulling her purple sweater over her head, she noticed that it had holes in it. There were two holes in the front, but they weren't that big so she could still wear it. Her sweater was unwinding from the back a little, but not that much. She slid on her black boots, grabbed her purse, and sat down in the wheelchair that was to take her to her cab outside. As she wheeled past people in the waiting room, she lowered her head from embarrasment, they were all starring at her. Even though her head was lowered, she could still feel all those eyes starring down onto her; pitting her.
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She stood outside of her apartment, holding the key in her right hand. She hesitated opeing the door. She was frightened of what was inside. She knew that the moment she stepped inside she would brake down. As she stood there hesitating, she remembered what he had once told her.
iYou won't have to fear anything because you've got me/i
But he was gone now. Now, she had to fear everything. What made it so bad was that she had to face all her fears alone. Could she do that? She wasn't so sure. She slowly put the key in the door and turned it, unlocking the door. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open as she stepped forward with closed eyes. Once inside, she counted to three and opened her eyes.
iSo far so good/i
She took tiny steps forward, almost as though she was a toddler learning how to walk for the first time. When she reached the couchm she sat down and burried her face into a pillow. But she didn't cry. She couldn't. It was as though she was emotionless. This scared her. She could handle crying, but not crying? She felt like she was somekind of monster. Somekind that didn't care about him and perhaps never really did.
iNo, I loved him./i
She was so confused. She couldn't believe that she was now questioning her love for him. She needed to talk to someone. She needed someone to help her or just someone to understand. Who could she turn to though? Diana and he were dead. As she thought for a while, she realized that there was only one person who would understand...her brother. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Hello...?"
She stirred a bit as she woke up from her blackout. The pain in her head felt like someone had just hit her over her head with a baseball bat. As she brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes, she felt a liquid on her forehead. She brought her hands before her eyes and slowly realized that it was blood. Her eye sight was yet a little blurred, but she could tell it was blood from it's dark redish color. She slowly climbed out of the mangled car and collapsed onto the dirty, wet pavement. The icy, cold wind of the damp night stung her wounds. Still confused about what had happened, she stumbled around searching for some clues to explain what had just taken place. As her sight came back into focus, she saw that her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. At that moment she felt as though someone had just walked over her grave. Panicking, she wandered about searching for him.
"..."She tried to shout his name, but couldn't. Her voice was gone.
Now breathing heavily, she sat along the side of the road and clutched her stomach.
iThe baby!/i
She began to feel sharp pains in her stomach. Fearing that something was wrong with her baby, she tried to get up and find her cell phone so she could call for help. As she stumbled to the mangled car, she collapsed.
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She felt the soft touch of someone as she woke up.
"Miss, are you alright?" A paramedic asked her as she put her onto a strecher.
"I...I'm fine," she managed to barely say. "Where...where's my boyfriend?"
She looked into the paramedic's eyes and knew something was wrong. Fear shot into her eyes as she looked about and saw two police officers standing over a man's body. She tried to get up, but the paramedic pushed her gently back down.
"Miss, you're hurt. Please we have to get you to the hospital."
"No! That's my boyfriend! Please, I have to make sure he's okay." She cried.
Feeling sympathy towards her, the paramedic escourted her over to the officers. The officers tried to step in front of the man's body so she wouldn't get upset, but it was no use. She knew that it was him.
"No! No!" She cried out.
"I'm sorry, Miss," the officer began to say. "There was nothing that could be done. He died upon the impact. I'm terribly sorry."
She broke free from the paramedic's embrace and pushed the officers out of her way. She got down on her knees and knelt beside his lifeless body. She gently brushed his cheek and began to cry.
"It's not your time," she said softly through her sobs. "Not yet, not like this."
She bent over and clung to his body as if her life depended on him. She wanted to stay there forever, never let go.
"It's all my fault," she whispered into his ear. "I'm so sorry."
As she was kneeling down, her head lowered in shame, the officers lifted her up by her arms and took her into the ambulence. As they carried her to the ambulence, she kept quiet. She didn't want to answer any questions just then. She was still in a state of shock.
iDead? He's dead?/i
As she laid back onto the strecher she could feel the roughness of the sheets. Rough-just what her life had been until he had walked into her life. Things were so complicated back then for her, but once she met him, all that changed. Things weren't as complicated and for once in her life she was loved. Sure, she had the love of a few people, but not the kind of love that he possessed. When she was with him nothing was impossible. With his love she could do anything; she was invincible.
"Miss, can you tell me you and your boyfriend's names?" The officer that rode with them asked.
She remained silent, not wanting to answer any questions still. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the paramedic inserted an i.v. into a vien in her right hand. She thought that she would feel the pain. In fact she was almost certain of it, but nothing. She felt nothing. Could she ever feel anything again? Although her face and fingers were a little numb from the cold, was it possible that she had grown numb all over? Would she remain numb from any kind of true feelings ever again? So many questions ran through her head and at that moment she couldn't deal with any of them. She closed her eyes, this time tighter than before, and hoped that she would wake up and learn that this all was a terrible dream.
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She opened her eyes only to see herself lying in a hospital room. She rubbed her eyes, thinking that she was dreaming, only it wasn't a dream. She looked about the room with cold eyes. The room itself felt cold and lonely. The room was rather plain looking; deep gray walls and white tiles. It certainly didn't feel like a friendly place.
"Where am I?" She asked the nurse who was changing her i.v.
"You're at the county hospital," she replied sweetly.
She was an older, African American woman. She thought that she must be around 60 or so by the wrinkles upon her kind face. Her hair had a lot more gray in it than white. She noticed that the nurse was starring at her in a rather strange way. It made her uncomfortable so she closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep. Although the room was making her feel lonely and sad, she didn't want to leave it.
iAnywhere's better than home right now/i
She couldn't go back home just yet. Everything would be a constant reminder of him and it would be too much for her to take. She needed to stay far away from there. She even considered not going back there at all, but her only belongings were there. Eventually she would have to gain up enough courage and go there, no matter how much it would hurt.
Once she heard the nurse leave the room, she opened up her eyes again. This time she let a tear escape her left eye once she saw his things. She thought about wipping the tear away, but she couldn't. Instead she let it slide down her tearstaind cheek. It lingered slowly as it slid down. Finally, when it was at the edge of her chin, it fell onto her hospital gown leaving proof that it had died. Died-just like him. Everything she ever truely loved died.
iI must be a curse. If people get too close to me, they'll only end up dead/i
She rested her head upon her pillow and thought back to the day Diana died. Diana had been one of her closest friends throughout everything. She had stuck by her thick and thin when her other friends abandoned her. They were close like sisters were and they never wanted that to change, but it did.
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One day when Diana and she were walking to the movies, they got into an argument over a guy that they had both liked. Diana stormed off and left her to be alone.
"I'll leave you to be alone so you can think about what's more important, me or him."
As Diana was crossing the street to get back home, a car appeared out of nowhere, running Diana over.
"Diana!" She cried out.
She ran over to her friend who was barely still holding on.
"Diana, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."
"No...it's not."
"You mean more to me than any guy. You're my best friend."
"I...know," she managed to say before taking her last breath.
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"Well, it appears that you and your baby are going to be just fine," The doctor told her, waking her up from her flashback.
She nodded and smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry about your boyfriend."
She nodded again, this time with tears brimming in her eyes.
"Do...do you have a place to stay the night?"
She shook her head no.
"I see. Well, in that case, we are going to keep you over night. Just to make sure everything is fine with the baby." He winked kindly.
She nodded yet again.
"I'll be back a few times more to check on you before my shift is over," he said, heading out of the room.
"Thank you," she said in a low voice before he left.
He turned around and smiled, "You're welcome. Now get some rest."
She slept silently for most of the night, but once in a while she would wake up from nightmares. The whole accident played over in her mind. Well, the part that she could remember. She couldn't exactly remember how the accident happened, but she knew what the results of it were.
iWhat am I going to do without him?/i
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When she woke up in the morning, she was able to feel the soarness from her wounds. The pain in her back was of one that she never felt before. She tried to sit up, but because the pain was too much she decided to just lay there until a nurse came in. A nurse came in not to long after she woke up with her discharge papers and some instructions, which she was to follow. She put on her clothes from the night before slowly because she couldn't move that fast. As she slipped on her short, black skirt, she noticed how cut up her legs were. She knew that was from when she had collapsed onto the pavement. While pulling her purple sweater over her head, she noticed that it had holes in it. There were two holes in the front, but they weren't that big so she could still wear it. Her sweater was unwinding from the back a little, but not that much. She slid on her black boots, grabbed her purse, and sat down in the wheelchair that was to take her to her cab outside. As she wheeled past people in the waiting room, she lowered her head from embarrasment, they were all starring at her. Even though her head was lowered, she could still feel all those eyes starring down onto her; pitting her.
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She stood outside of her apartment, holding the key in her right hand. She hesitated opeing the door. She was frightened of what was inside. She knew that the moment she stepped inside she would brake down. As she stood there hesitating, she remembered what he had once told her.
iYou won't have to fear anything because you've got me/i
But he was gone now. Now, she had to fear everything. What made it so bad was that she had to face all her fears alone. Could she do that? She wasn't so sure. She slowly put the key in the door and turned it, unlocking the door. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open as she stepped forward with closed eyes. Once inside, she counted to three and opened her eyes.
iSo far so good/i
She took tiny steps forward, almost as though she was a toddler learning how to walk for the first time. When she reached the couchm she sat down and burried her face into a pillow. But she didn't cry. She couldn't. It was as though she was emotionless. This scared her. She could handle crying, but not crying? She felt like she was somekind of monster. Somekind that didn't care about him and perhaps never really did.
iNo, I loved him./i
She was so confused. She couldn't believe that she was now questioning her love for him. She needed to talk to someone. She needed someone to help her or just someone to understand. Who could she turn to though? Diana and he were dead. As she thought for a while, she realized that there was only one person who would understand...her brother. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Hello...?"