Sara shot out of bed, gasping for breath. Oh God, Oh God. A stab of pain clutched her stomach, the pain of losing her best friend. It was seven years later, and it still hurt so badly. Sara felt the hot tears rolling down her face, doing nothing about them she rolled to her side and clutched her stomach and let them fall. Beyond her own sobs Sara could hear the soft dripping coming from outside her room. Fear hit her as she stared a her bedroom door. Quietly she pulled off her blanket and headed for the door and reached for the handle. She pulled it back at the memory of her dream. Taking a shakey breath she reached for the door and followed the dripping noise to the kitchen. She could hear her heart pounding as she forced herself to take another step. Her eyes flew around the living room, as she headed towards the kitchen. She stopped and looked to the kitchen sink faucet as another drop hit the mettle sink bottom. Sara snapped.
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Nick was getting worried as he looked over at the clock, Sara was suppose to be here half an hour ago. Picking up his phone he tried her cell phone. When he got no answer her tried her home number , only to get the same result. Turing off all the appliances. He grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on, pulling the keys from his pocket he headed out the door and too his car. Nick knew what he was doing was irrational, hell maybe she was on her way now, but the sinking feeling in his stomach kept him driving. He parked his car in front of her apartment complex. He climbed her stairs two at a time till he reached the third floor, her floor. Counting the doors off as he went He reached 36 and knocked on her door.
After a moment he called, "Sara". But there was no response. Nick turned to leave when he heard a mettle cling come from the other side of the door. Nick found her spare key on the key ring in his hand. Sara had given it to him the 5th time she lost it. She said she knew he'd take better care of it then she could. He opened the door and met by the sight of Sara sitting on the water covered floor, leaning against the refrigerator, pipes splayed everywhere, mixed in with tools. The water spraying from the pipe-less space under her sink. Nick dashed over to her, climbing under the sink to turn of the water. Once it was off Nick wiped the water from his face and looked around him. He stared at the mess in disbelief when he noticed a crimson smear on the on the screwdriver handle. His eyes flashed to her, and quickly crawled to her. Her eyes were unfocused, and she didn't seem to have noticed he came in.
"Sara, honey look at me" he called as he checked her over, there were no cuts on her head, or blood on her shirt. The he noticed her gaze, he followed it down to her hand. A mean gash on her left hand stared back at him.
"Sara, what the hell happened" He asked as he grabbed paper towel from the counter above him. He grabbed her hand and went to place the towel on her hand when she pulled it away. Nick looked into Sara's eyes. Did she even know he was here? She looked so far into her own world.
"It's fine. It'll go away soon, it never lasts long" Sara mumbled.
"Sara what the hell are you talking about? What doesn't last long?" Nick asked as he took her hand again. She started to struggle against him.
"Sara stop it, let me put some on the cut" He said as he pushed the towel to the cut. He heard a sharp intake of breath. He looked up to Sara and her eyes seemed to focus again.
"Ow" she said, surprise evident in her voice.
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Pain. She felt pain. Relief filled the void of emotion inside of her. This wasn't a hallucination, the blood was real, maybe she wasn't going crazy. Laughter bubbled out of her. She didn't know why she was laughing, none of this was funny, but it seemed like it was all she could do. Her eyes met Nicks frightened ones for a moment. She knew she was scaring him, but she couldn't stop laughing. She felt Nicks arms on her shoulders and she felt him shaking her, she could even hear him calling her name, But she didn't stop laughing until she held her face and made her look at him. The laughter died in her throat.
"Sara your coming home with me" he said still holding her gaze. He stood up pulling her with him. She felt week and went limp in his arms. Nick pulled her from the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. She leaded against him all the way to his car, until the seat was able support her weight. During the drive she could feel Nicks worried looks on her, but she never met them, she just gazed out the window.
Sara stood in Nicks Bathroom holding the plaid robe in her hands. Nick told her to take her wet clothing off and put the robe on. She peeled the wet clothing off her body, and rapped herself in it. Making sure the belt was tight she headed out of the bathroom. Nick met her and quietly took the soaked clothing from her hand and disappeared down the hallway. Sara made her way to the couch. Tucking her feet under herself, she leaned into the arm of the couch. She heard Nick come up the hall. Looking up she caught his eyes as he came into view. His eyes wiped over her. Self consciously she tried to fix her stringy soaked hair, and met his eyes once again. He came over to where she sat. That was when she noticed the mettle box in his hand. A large red cross graced the lid of it. Silently he sat beside her opened the case, took out bandages, and took her and in his. The sat there, neither speaking as Nick treated her injured hand. When he was done he kept her hand in his, and he looked up to Sara's watching eyes
"Nick, I need to tell you something,"
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A/n: Next chapter will have a lot of the answers about Sara's past, but not all of them.