Chapter 3: Shattered
Rick jumped out of the car, yelling for Lori and Carl. I managed to cut him off before he could get close, nearly tackling him to the ground. I used our momentum to switch places so that now I was facing the wreck.
Images of Carl's face began creeping back into my mind.
There was no way that I could let that be his last memories of Carl. Let him have the holidays, blowing out birthday candles, soccer games and dragging his son out of bed for school. Ill take this, I can handle it, just let him have the pleasant memories. Even if they only cause ache, I can handle it.
'Growing up I had a difficult childhood,my mom also died in a car accident. My old man was an angry, abusive drunk and when she died I become the sole form of his entertainment. Wishing she was still here only made me feel like a horrible person. All my childhood there had been people telling me what I was worth and what all I couldn't do.
I got myself into every kind of trouble, it started out as something small as disassembling the other kids seats and applying clear wraps to the toilets.
As I got older it escalated to sex, stealing, alcohol, sometimes stealing alcohol, and even fighting, but on a really good day it was all of the above.
Eventually the pranks became more ambitious, I managed to disassemble a truck of some senior jock, it was no secret by then if something went awry then Shane Walsh was your suspect number one.
Heh, Rick somehow managed to get himself dragged into that fight playing ambassador, we where both pretty messed up after that.
A few other legendary tells later and we became thick as thieves.
Before that I was pretty much always treated like a pariah.
Rick had this talent for drawing people to him and hell, even getting them to do what he said.
He could have been a general, so it came as no big surprise when he decided to join the police force. I had no idea what else to do with my life, so I followed behind. '
Rick started yelling incoherently, demanding I let him go, asking me why I wouldn't let him help, then pleading for me to do something- anything.
My mind was racing to tell him something. It wasn't going to be alright, there was no help coming for them, his entire family was now gone...
The pleads grew more desperate, all I could do was tell him I'm sorry.
Rick stopped pushing, I notice his rapid breathing and took a step back, his face was a mix of horror and despair, his eyes squinted through the tears as he mouthed rapidly, trying to find words to say or as if he where trying to say them all at once and this was the result. His posture went limp, as he lowered his head scanning side to side, still mouthing and crying, as all I could do was look on in shock.
Suddenly Ricks eyes closed and he fell to his knees, as if someone had flipped an off switch or pulled his batteries.
Laying in the road he had a peaceful expression, which made the whole situation feel so unreal.
In just two short hours my life had been flipped on its axis while his world had been shattered, how could any of this possibly be happening to me or my best friend.
Because the authors a jerk, thats how XD
Your ever vigilant author; Lock Scott The Tormentor!
update: for those of you who are interested in "chaos theory" ill be updating this coming Monday, my apologies but im not feeling too well
and also ill be revising my update plans to perhaps twice a week? once a day was pushing it a bit far, i do have a lot of things to keep up with after all.
see you monday =D.