I let her come to my room. I don't want to be alone. I remember the way my last girlfriend died. Gunshot to the chest. I rode the whole way to the hospital with her.
"Baby, stay with me now."
"Promise me something John?"
"Anything for you."
"Promise me that my family will take good care of my little girl."
"I will promise on my own life that I will take care of the tyke as well as your family. Promise."
That promise I still keep to this day. Although her grandma takes care of her, little Carrie is five now. Now someone i just met...god I can't take this anymore. I just wish it was all over iwth. I wish that...
"John? Are you all right?"
Anne. My saving grace.