From the Darkness –
Chapter 2 – Unexpected actions
Author: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell but I own this plot!
A/N: Wow it has been a very long time since I wrote in this, but lately I've been trying to, so here it is. So sorry though. " Life just kinda popped its ugly head out.
There she sat, staring endlessly at her phone. Memorizing every inch of it, she sighed. Her hand reached out for it slowly, picking it up off the charger and turning it on. Maria took a deep breath as her fingers dialed the number she could never forget.
Placing the phone to her ear, her breathing came harder. She didn't exactly know why she was so nervous. It had been so long.
"Hello?" The voice was Liz's, it had to be.
Swallowing the air that had kept itself within her mouth, Maria licked her lips and tried to form the words.
"Liz?" She managed softly.
The other end was quiet for a small moment as Liz stood in her room shocked at the call.
"Maria?" Her voice was full of happiness, that Maria was sure of.
A smile slid across her purple glossed lips. "Yea, it's me." Maria couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Liz joined in on her laughter.
"God it feels so good to be able to hear your laugh once more." Liz said softly as tears fell from her eyes.
Maria couldn't resist either, even though it wouldn't be the best idea considering the mountain of make-up that concealed her eyes, tears fell from her emerald eyes.
"It's been a long time." Maria spoke, her New York accent evident. "So, you called?" She asked softly. She knew it wasn't right that she hadn't called after all this time. She meant to, many times. But Maria just couldn't find the strength. Life was so hard, and Roswell only made it harder. Liz nodded her head even though she knew Maria couldn't see.
"Yes, yes I did." Clearing her throat she continued. "Our graduation...is in a few weeks and I wanted...Umm..." She didn't know how to ask. She didn't even know if Maria still cared but she couldn't not invite her. Maria was after all her best friend from as far as she could remember.
Maria smiled, even though her heart beat picked itself up. She knew what she was asking; of course the answer would be yes. This was Liz after all. But that meant returning. Which also meant him. Taking another deep breath she spoke once more.
"I get it babe. Of course I'll come to ya graduation party. When is it?" She questioned.
Liz smiled. "Oh, of course. Uh, it's three weeks from today. On a Saturday but I figured you could come a few days early so we could catch up or something."
Maria shifted her body weight in her chair and let her eyes focus on the posters upon her wall. So many bands that she would have never liked in Roswell. She was a different person now. Sighing she glanced at the calendar.
"Let's see today's the 26th of August. So three weeks from today would be..." She tried to calculate the date in her head but it wasn't working to well. Working with no sleep and a major headache wasn't helping.
Liz laughed. "That would make it September 16th." She said softly.
Maria nodded her head and smiled. "I'll try and make it down around the 14th or so. Gotta work on gettin' work off first." Her voice tensed as she remembered the date.
Liz blinked a few times. "Work? What happened to school?" Her voice was etched with concern. Maria knew that would be coming but she didn't have the time for it, not today.
"We'll talk about it when I get there. Look babe, can Ah call ya tomorrow? I kinda forgot about a gig that I had today." Maria exclaimed.
"Oh, of course...But just to let you know now...Uhh you should be getting a vis." Just then the phone was cut. Maria stared at her phone dumbfounded. All she heard was a dial tone. Growling she hit the wall.
"Mom! I thought you paid the phone bill!" She screamed. Throwing her phone across the room, she stood quickly and plopped onto her bed. Taking a deep breath as her anger began to boil once more, she listened as glass shattered. Rolling her eyes she sighed.
"That's the third time this week." Her anger had really become a problem with these new found powers. She really hadn't paid any attention or reconciled her powers. Her life wouldn't allow it. Her eyes fell upon the clock with a sigh. She had about a half hour until she had to set up for the gig. It sucked working double time, but she had no choice. Her life wasn't full of choices unlike many others.
Her hands slid to the end of her tank top, sliding it up her slender body slowly as she threw it aside. She needed a good shower before hand. Removing the rest of her clothing, she slid the pencils out of her hair and let it fall upon her shoulders. Her small fingers slid through it like nothing as she walked into her bathroom.
What was Liz going to say? The phone had cut off before she could finish. Deciding not to think of the answer now, she shrugged her shoulders and turned on the water in the shower. Her eyes fell upon her form in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't something she could recognize anymore.
She had scars here and there from Ronald. They still stung of his touch, but she tried not to think of him anymore. Her eyes fell upon her wrists. She had found something else to release her pain, something that wasn't healthy and that she knew. Cutting herself didn't solve anything, but it made her feel numb. That feeling could never be replaced.
Stepping into the shower she laid her head against the wall as tears fell from her eyes. The memories of her last days in Roswell still echoed painfully. Her last words to Michael. She hadn't given him a chance to reply, she had just walked out never looking back.
A scream was suddenly released from her soft lips as the ice cold water rained down over her body and then there was nothing. The water ceased to spill from the spout. Throwing the shower door open, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself tightly. Growling, she wiped the shampoo suds that had begun dripping into her eyes from her hair. Her eyes stung and her body was colder than ever. Needles felt as if they pushed themselves into her body.
"Mom!!"
Suddenly, Amy ran up the stairs and into the bathroom her eyes falling upon her daughter.
"What is it honey?" Her voice was soft as she stared at her daughter.
"You didn't pay the phone bill. You didn't pay the water bill. God mom, did you pay anything?!" Screaming in anger, Maria began to weep as her eyes fell upon the toilet. She had no other choice; the shampoo was dripping down her back.
"Honey...I forgot." Her eyes fell to the floor as she watched Maria lean over the toilet and dip her hair in. Screaming in disgust she rinsed the soap from her hair and grabbed another towel, wrapping her blonde and red locks up.
Standing tall, her emerald gems stared into her makers. "Mom...you've been doing it again haven't you." Her mother, since they moved here, had begun to do a massive amount of cocaine. It wasn't something that Maria had found out about until recently.
Amy shunned away, knowing all to well that Maria knew. "Honey, I tried to stop really I did, but I couldn't. I can't sit here all day in this hellhole and live."
Maria threw her hands up in frustration as there was a knock upon the front door. She didn't know how she could hear it, but she did. Shaking her head at her mother, she pushed herself past her and walked down the stairs. Amy was left weeping.
Growling, Maria tightened the towel around her body and dried her eyes. "I can't believe her..." Her words were soft as another knock hit their wooden door.
"Hold on! Ah'm comin' alright!" Her hand grasped the door handle as she threw open the door with anger. Crossing her arms across her chest she bit her lip.
"What do ya wa...?" She cut herself off as she allowed her eyes to follow up the form that stood in front of her.
His eyes fell upon the one person he had ever loved in all life times he had ever known. There his beauty stood in a towel, the same as before...Yet so different.
"Michael..." Her voice was soft as she spoke his name. She couldn't believe he was here. She wouldn't believe it. Shaking her head, her wet locks dripped down her back as her towel fell from her hair.
"No...This can't be." She told herself, she wouldn't allow him to come here and ruin her all over again.
"Wait. Maria..." To say that name again, it rolled off his tongue like old times that brought a smile to his face. How long had he wanted to see her once more.
"What do you want?" She asked firmly.
His eyes followed behind her, searching the area that she would call home. "I came to talk..."
Nodding her head, she stepped aside allowing him to come in. She didn't know why she did but she couldn't just let him stand there. Then she suddenly came to realization that she still stood in nothing but a bare towel. A blush forced itself upon her cheeks as she tried to smile.
"Uhh, right talk. Well look ah have ta get dressed and ready fer my gig." Her eyes roamed to the clock, she only had twenty minutes until she was due at the club.
Her hands played with the end of the towel nervously awaiting his words. She couldn't do this again; she could never do it to begin with. This was Michael; she would follow him to the end of the world if she had to. Shaking her head she sighed. That was back then, she was different now. They were different, older. Everything had changed.
Michael cleared his throat his eyes falling upon her. "Gig?" He dared to question. He had known she loved to sing, that was her dream...
Maria stood tall, this was her home, this was her life she wouldn't allow him to barge in like this and destroy her whole being. He had a tendency of doing that, but then again she couldn't do much to stop him.
"Yeah, gig. I sing here and there....I bar tend and everything else to do there." She began rambling. Wow she hadn't done that in ages. Her palms were sweaty, she was breaking.
Michael watched her, he knew he was getting to her. But she was getting to him just as bad, it was Maria. She was right here. God how he had missed her. He couldn't hold back anymore, stepping forward he took a deep breath.
Maria flinched, not knowing what he was doing. "Uh Michael?" She questioned as she stepped back. Turning she released she was against the door with no where to go. Michael had her cornered. Taking a deep breath she was ready for anything he had to throw.
Michael threw himself upon her, his lips finding hers like they were his last hope of survival. But they were, he needed her, he couldn't live with out. Through the few years she had been gone, all he had every thought about, was her. His every breath wanted to speak her name. It was a life he didn't want to live anymore, he wanted her.
As his lips met hers, Maria couldn't move. Her air caught in the back of her throat as he kissed her hard. She felt his hands roam up to the sides of her face. God she'd missed this. Her hands obediently found themselves around his neck. Ok she had to admit, she wasn't prepared for this. But she didn't care anymore, life was hell. He was her savior.
"Maria?" Amy spoke as she stepped down the stairs to find her daughter lip locked with the last person she had ever thought to see here. Gasping she shook her head. Those two were bound to find each other once more, but like this?
Michael pushed himself from her once the voice rang in his head. He didn't know why but he felt like that fifteen year old he was with her around.
"Mom..." Maria let her eyes fall to the ground, she wasn't ready for this, she needed to get ready. Clearing her throat she stepped out from behind Michael with a laugh. "Uh mom, Michael's here..." She felt his eyes bearing into her very soul, her body called to him. It was odd, she'd never felt this...it had to be new. Power related. Every part of her screamed his name, she needed out of there.
Running up the stairs, she left the two without a word. Her door slammed as Michael stared after her. He didn't know what to do, she'd left him like this many times, not knowing where he was, what to do, what to say.
"Michael, its good to see you again." His eyes turned towards Amy DeLuca. Damn did she change, he could sense drugs in her aura, that wasn't good. Nodding, "You too.."
"You can stay as long as you like I suppose."
Michael eyed her oddly. She had hated him for what he had done to her daughter but that was in the past. Nodding his head he turned towards the stairs and decided to follow Maria.
He found her door easily, her scent was everywhere. But it was different, oh so very different. Without knocking, he entered. He could hear her moans from the bathroom. Walking slowly to the door, he glanced in without her noticed to see her back against the bath tub.
She was crying... Her eyes staring down closed. She had removed the towel. Suddenly all air escaped and he felt as if he could die right at that moment. Her body...
Pushing the door open he sat down at her side.
Maria didn't seem to notice, she didn't seem to want to.
"Maria?" His voice was soft, he didn't want to scare her.
Maria kept her eyes closed, maybe if she didn't open them he wouldn't be there. He wouldn't be real. God how she needed him not to be real at this moment. She was so vulnerable.
His arms grabbed her gently, pulling her towards him.
"Michael..." She couldn't let this happen. He had destroyed her last time. She wouldn't go through it once more.
"God Maria what happened." He saw the scars, everywhere. But she was still so beautiful.
"Why would you care? You never seemed to.." Her tears came faster as her body began to rack with sobs. Suddenly she released a scream, her small fists began swinging into his body. She hated him, she hated him for letting her go.
"I hate you, I hate you Michael! You weren't there for me...god his hands....him! How could you leave me?? How?!?!" She didn't understand where the anger came from, the words poured from her mouth and stabbed at Michael. Her fists didn't seem to hurt, but her..
Tears began streaming down his face at the sight of her like this. He knew what she was talking about...Ronald.
"God Maria...I wanted to come after you for so long."
"I hated you for so long! You let this happen to me, you were supposed to sa..save me." Her sobs came harder as breathing became rougher. The mirrors shattered. He didn't know how but he didn't care as of now.
"I hated myself, look what I did! God look at me!!" He didn't even see the razor, it came out of no where. He wasn't fast enough as she took the razor across her arm.
"Oh my god, Maria!" He screamed, it felt like everything was in slow motion. He watched her slowly as the cut opened deeply, the blood pouring.
It all happened so fast. Maria didn't know what she was doing anymore, her anger had taken control of her. Her eyes blackened and she felt as if the world had disappeared. Michael was gone, but where? Then there was nothing.
Michael sat there, cradling her body within his arms. His tears came hard as he screamed for Amy. Amy called the hospital right away. Michael just sat there with her, waiting for their arrival. The blood was so bad, there was so much. How could she do this? How could he let her? His heart ached, he loved her. God did he love her.
They carried her from the house, first covering her naked body.
"I'm sorry sir only family may ride with us." One of the guys from the Ambulance spoke. Michael stared them dead in the eye.
"I will follow her, you will not stop me." He entered after them, sitting at her side. Taking her hand into his, he couldn't help but sit there silent. He thought coming here would be good, but Maria had changed. She'd been through so much...All because of him. The Ambulance took off towards the hospital with two star crossed lovers with bad luck as their passengers.
A/N: Bum bum bum....HELLO THERE! I updated...Wow that's all really sad I know but hey I didn't call it 'From the Darkness' for nothing! Please please please review I hope you liked it...if not just let me know...I shall try to update soon!
Chapter 2 – Unexpected actions
Author: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell but I own this plot!
A/N: Wow it has been a very long time since I wrote in this, but lately I've been trying to, so here it is. So sorry though. " Life just kinda popped its ugly head out.
There she sat, staring endlessly at her phone. Memorizing every inch of it, she sighed. Her hand reached out for it slowly, picking it up off the charger and turning it on. Maria took a deep breath as her fingers dialed the number she could never forget.
Placing the phone to her ear, her breathing came harder. She didn't exactly know why she was so nervous. It had been so long.
"Hello?" The voice was Liz's, it had to be.
Swallowing the air that had kept itself within her mouth, Maria licked her lips and tried to form the words.
"Liz?" She managed softly.
The other end was quiet for a small moment as Liz stood in her room shocked at the call.
"Maria?" Her voice was full of happiness, that Maria was sure of.
A smile slid across her purple glossed lips. "Yea, it's me." Maria couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Liz joined in on her laughter.
"God it feels so good to be able to hear your laugh once more." Liz said softly as tears fell from her eyes.
Maria couldn't resist either, even though it wouldn't be the best idea considering the mountain of make-up that concealed her eyes, tears fell from her emerald eyes.
"It's been a long time." Maria spoke, her New York accent evident. "So, you called?" She asked softly. She knew it wasn't right that she hadn't called after all this time. She meant to, many times. But Maria just couldn't find the strength. Life was so hard, and Roswell only made it harder. Liz nodded her head even though she knew Maria couldn't see.
"Yes, yes I did." Clearing her throat she continued. "Our graduation...is in a few weeks and I wanted...Umm..." She didn't know how to ask. She didn't even know if Maria still cared but she couldn't not invite her. Maria was after all her best friend from as far as she could remember.
Maria smiled, even though her heart beat picked itself up. She knew what she was asking; of course the answer would be yes. This was Liz after all. But that meant returning. Which also meant him. Taking another deep breath she spoke once more.
"I get it babe. Of course I'll come to ya graduation party. When is it?" She questioned.
Liz smiled. "Oh, of course. Uh, it's three weeks from today. On a Saturday but I figured you could come a few days early so we could catch up or something."
Maria shifted her body weight in her chair and let her eyes focus on the posters upon her wall. So many bands that she would have never liked in Roswell. She was a different person now. Sighing she glanced at the calendar.
"Let's see today's the 26th of August. So three weeks from today would be..." She tried to calculate the date in her head but it wasn't working to well. Working with no sleep and a major headache wasn't helping.
Liz laughed. "That would make it September 16th." She said softly.
Maria nodded her head and smiled. "I'll try and make it down around the 14th or so. Gotta work on gettin' work off first." Her voice tensed as she remembered the date.
Liz blinked a few times. "Work? What happened to school?" Her voice was etched with concern. Maria knew that would be coming but she didn't have the time for it, not today.
"We'll talk about it when I get there. Look babe, can Ah call ya tomorrow? I kinda forgot about a gig that I had today." Maria exclaimed.
"Oh, of course...But just to let you know now...Uhh you should be getting a vis." Just then the phone was cut. Maria stared at her phone dumbfounded. All she heard was a dial tone. Growling she hit the wall.
"Mom! I thought you paid the phone bill!" She screamed. Throwing her phone across the room, she stood quickly and plopped onto her bed. Taking a deep breath as her anger began to boil once more, she listened as glass shattered. Rolling her eyes she sighed.
"That's the third time this week." Her anger had really become a problem with these new found powers. She really hadn't paid any attention or reconciled her powers. Her life wouldn't allow it. Her eyes fell upon the clock with a sigh. She had about a half hour until she had to set up for the gig. It sucked working double time, but she had no choice. Her life wasn't full of choices unlike many others.
Her hands slid to the end of her tank top, sliding it up her slender body slowly as she threw it aside. She needed a good shower before hand. Removing the rest of her clothing, she slid the pencils out of her hair and let it fall upon her shoulders. Her small fingers slid through it like nothing as she walked into her bathroom.
What was Liz going to say? The phone had cut off before she could finish. Deciding not to think of the answer now, she shrugged her shoulders and turned on the water in the shower. Her eyes fell upon her form in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't something she could recognize anymore.
She had scars here and there from Ronald. They still stung of his touch, but she tried not to think of him anymore. Her eyes fell upon her wrists. She had found something else to release her pain, something that wasn't healthy and that she knew. Cutting herself didn't solve anything, but it made her feel numb. That feeling could never be replaced.
Stepping into the shower she laid her head against the wall as tears fell from her eyes. The memories of her last days in Roswell still echoed painfully. Her last words to Michael. She hadn't given him a chance to reply, she had just walked out never looking back.
A scream was suddenly released from her soft lips as the ice cold water rained down over her body and then there was nothing. The water ceased to spill from the spout. Throwing the shower door open, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself tightly. Growling, she wiped the shampoo suds that had begun dripping into her eyes from her hair. Her eyes stung and her body was colder than ever. Needles felt as if they pushed themselves into her body.
"Mom!!"
Suddenly, Amy ran up the stairs and into the bathroom her eyes falling upon her daughter.
"What is it honey?" Her voice was soft as she stared at her daughter.
"You didn't pay the phone bill. You didn't pay the water bill. God mom, did you pay anything?!" Screaming in anger, Maria began to weep as her eyes fell upon the toilet. She had no other choice; the shampoo was dripping down her back.
"Honey...I forgot." Her eyes fell to the floor as she watched Maria lean over the toilet and dip her hair in. Screaming in disgust she rinsed the soap from her hair and grabbed another towel, wrapping her blonde and red locks up.
Standing tall, her emerald gems stared into her makers. "Mom...you've been doing it again haven't you." Her mother, since they moved here, had begun to do a massive amount of cocaine. It wasn't something that Maria had found out about until recently.
Amy shunned away, knowing all to well that Maria knew. "Honey, I tried to stop really I did, but I couldn't. I can't sit here all day in this hellhole and live."
Maria threw her hands up in frustration as there was a knock upon the front door. She didn't know how she could hear it, but she did. Shaking her head at her mother, she pushed herself past her and walked down the stairs. Amy was left weeping.
Growling, Maria tightened the towel around her body and dried her eyes. "I can't believe her..." Her words were soft as another knock hit their wooden door.
"Hold on! Ah'm comin' alright!" Her hand grasped the door handle as she threw open the door with anger. Crossing her arms across her chest she bit her lip.
"What do ya wa...?" She cut herself off as she allowed her eyes to follow up the form that stood in front of her.
His eyes fell upon the one person he had ever loved in all life times he had ever known. There his beauty stood in a towel, the same as before...Yet so different.
"Michael..." Her voice was soft as she spoke his name. She couldn't believe he was here. She wouldn't believe it. Shaking her head, her wet locks dripped down her back as her towel fell from her hair.
"No...This can't be." She told herself, she wouldn't allow him to come here and ruin her all over again.
"Wait. Maria..." To say that name again, it rolled off his tongue like old times that brought a smile to his face. How long had he wanted to see her once more.
"What do you want?" She asked firmly.
His eyes followed behind her, searching the area that she would call home. "I came to talk..."
Nodding her head, she stepped aside allowing him to come in. She didn't know why she did but she couldn't just let him stand there. Then she suddenly came to realization that she still stood in nothing but a bare towel. A blush forced itself upon her cheeks as she tried to smile.
"Uhh, right talk. Well look ah have ta get dressed and ready fer my gig." Her eyes roamed to the clock, she only had twenty minutes until she was due at the club.
Her hands played with the end of the towel nervously awaiting his words. She couldn't do this again; she could never do it to begin with. This was Michael; she would follow him to the end of the world if she had to. Shaking her head she sighed. That was back then, she was different now. They were different, older. Everything had changed.
Michael cleared his throat his eyes falling upon her. "Gig?" He dared to question. He had known she loved to sing, that was her dream...
Maria stood tall, this was her home, this was her life she wouldn't allow him to barge in like this and destroy her whole being. He had a tendency of doing that, but then again she couldn't do much to stop him.
"Yeah, gig. I sing here and there....I bar tend and everything else to do there." She began rambling. Wow she hadn't done that in ages. Her palms were sweaty, she was breaking.
Michael watched her, he knew he was getting to her. But she was getting to him just as bad, it was Maria. She was right here. God how he had missed her. He couldn't hold back anymore, stepping forward he took a deep breath.
Maria flinched, not knowing what he was doing. "Uh Michael?" She questioned as she stepped back. Turning she released she was against the door with no where to go. Michael had her cornered. Taking a deep breath she was ready for anything he had to throw.
Michael threw himself upon her, his lips finding hers like they were his last hope of survival. But they were, he needed her, he couldn't live with out. Through the few years she had been gone, all he had every thought about, was her. His every breath wanted to speak her name. It was a life he didn't want to live anymore, he wanted her.
As his lips met hers, Maria couldn't move. Her air caught in the back of her throat as he kissed her hard. She felt his hands roam up to the sides of her face. God she'd missed this. Her hands obediently found themselves around his neck. Ok she had to admit, she wasn't prepared for this. But she didn't care anymore, life was hell. He was her savior.
"Maria?" Amy spoke as she stepped down the stairs to find her daughter lip locked with the last person she had ever thought to see here. Gasping she shook her head. Those two were bound to find each other once more, but like this?
Michael pushed himself from her once the voice rang in his head. He didn't know why but he felt like that fifteen year old he was with her around.
"Mom..." Maria let her eyes fall to the ground, she wasn't ready for this, she needed to get ready. Clearing her throat she stepped out from behind Michael with a laugh. "Uh mom, Michael's here..." She felt his eyes bearing into her very soul, her body called to him. It was odd, she'd never felt this...it had to be new. Power related. Every part of her screamed his name, she needed out of there.
Running up the stairs, she left the two without a word. Her door slammed as Michael stared after her. He didn't know what to do, she'd left him like this many times, not knowing where he was, what to do, what to say.
"Michael, its good to see you again." His eyes turned towards Amy DeLuca. Damn did she change, he could sense drugs in her aura, that wasn't good. Nodding, "You too.."
"You can stay as long as you like I suppose."
Michael eyed her oddly. She had hated him for what he had done to her daughter but that was in the past. Nodding his head he turned towards the stairs and decided to follow Maria.
He found her door easily, her scent was everywhere. But it was different, oh so very different. Without knocking, he entered. He could hear her moans from the bathroom. Walking slowly to the door, he glanced in without her noticed to see her back against the bath tub.
She was crying... Her eyes staring down closed. She had removed the towel. Suddenly all air escaped and he felt as if he could die right at that moment. Her body...
Pushing the door open he sat down at her side.
Maria didn't seem to notice, she didn't seem to want to.
"Maria?" His voice was soft, he didn't want to scare her.
Maria kept her eyes closed, maybe if she didn't open them he wouldn't be there. He wouldn't be real. God how she needed him not to be real at this moment. She was so vulnerable.
His arms grabbed her gently, pulling her towards him.
"Michael..." She couldn't let this happen. He had destroyed her last time. She wouldn't go through it once more.
"God Maria what happened." He saw the scars, everywhere. But she was still so beautiful.
"Why would you care? You never seemed to.." Her tears came faster as her body began to rack with sobs. Suddenly she released a scream, her small fists began swinging into his body. She hated him, she hated him for letting her go.
"I hate you, I hate you Michael! You weren't there for me...god his hands....him! How could you leave me?? How?!?!" She didn't understand where the anger came from, the words poured from her mouth and stabbed at Michael. Her fists didn't seem to hurt, but her..
Tears began streaming down his face at the sight of her like this. He knew what she was talking about...Ronald.
"God Maria...I wanted to come after you for so long."
"I hated you for so long! You let this happen to me, you were supposed to sa..save me." Her sobs came harder as breathing became rougher. The mirrors shattered. He didn't know how but he didn't care as of now.
"I hated myself, look what I did! God look at me!!" He didn't even see the razor, it came out of no where. He wasn't fast enough as she took the razor across her arm.
"Oh my god, Maria!" He screamed, it felt like everything was in slow motion. He watched her slowly as the cut opened deeply, the blood pouring.
It all happened so fast. Maria didn't know what she was doing anymore, her anger had taken control of her. Her eyes blackened and she felt as if the world had disappeared. Michael was gone, but where? Then there was nothing.
Michael sat there, cradling her body within his arms. His tears came hard as he screamed for Amy. Amy called the hospital right away. Michael just sat there with her, waiting for their arrival. The blood was so bad, there was so much. How could she do this? How could he let her? His heart ached, he loved her. God did he love her.
They carried her from the house, first covering her naked body.
"I'm sorry sir only family may ride with us." One of the guys from the Ambulance spoke. Michael stared them dead in the eye.
"I will follow her, you will not stop me." He entered after them, sitting at her side. Taking her hand into his, he couldn't help but sit there silent. He thought coming here would be good, but Maria had changed. She'd been through so much...All because of him. The Ambulance took off towards the hospital with two star crossed lovers with bad luck as their passengers.
A/N: Bum bum bum....HELLO THERE! I updated...Wow that's all really sad I know but hey I didn't call it 'From the Darkness' for nothing! Please please please review I hope you liked it...if not just let me know...I shall try to update soon!