this is chalie's death scene and how kat fealt about it....
Twelve o'clock Friday morning, I got a call from charlie. She had been crying by the way her voice sounded. She had been partying for sometime, like all the other times, and had met a girl. No need for her to be crying, right? Well, her and a girl named Meg had been walking to Charlie's house when out of no where these guys show up and start fallowing her. They said many profound words and statements refurring to her sexuality. Charlie and Meg ignored it.
The guys caught up and pulled out bats. Charlie had though it was a joke at first, but when they swung the first time almost hitting Meg, She quickly rethought that observation and screamed RUN! Her and Meg took off as fast as they coulf, but it was no use. These guys were football players and were faster than Charlie and Meg were. They quickly caught up and slammed both Meg and Charlie into the ground. They stood Meg up and one guy held her while the other two beat Charlie with their bats, knocking her unconcious.
Meg must have got away because she's the one who made the call to 911 about Charlie, but Meg has yet to come home.
"Give me thirty- minutes and I'll be there," I said as I hung up the phone and rushed to get dressed. At the hospital, the receptionist working at the front counter directed me to Charlie's room. She was sleeping when I first arrived. She was hooked up to tubes and machines. It kinda made me wonder how she could sleep with all that stuff in her. Sleeping medicain? Possibly. I walked through the door way and to her side. Tears filled my eyes as I touched her bruised face and ran my fingers through her hair. She was all blue with bruises.
I started to cry even harder as I watched her have to have help breathing from a reperator. I watched as she slept. How I missed watching her sleep. I watched as she just laied there, body heavily broken. I just wanted to hold her, to keep her safe from the crule world. I kissed her forehead softly and sat down in a chair near the window, admiering how beautiful she looked dispite the fact she was broken. An hour whent by. It fealt like forever waiting on her to wake up. I looked out the window down at the buissy streets.
"Hey pretty lady," she said softlyas she watched me watch the streets.
"Hi," I said as I turnd to look at her. I smiled then got up and sat down on the edge of her bed. "How are you holding up?"
"Better now that my favorite girl came to see me," she didn't mean her favorite girl. If I were her favorite girl, she wouldn't have broke up with me. She broke up with me so there fore, I couldn't be her favorite girl.
"That's good," I said with a smile.
"I would be doing a lot better if I didn't have all these tubes going into me and the majority of my bones weren't broken."
"Yeah, and maybe a home cooked meal? I know you ahve to be tried of living off of this s**t," I added.
"Yes, I would like that alot."
"Have you called Aidan yet?," I inquiered.
"No. He's suppost to be vistiting his dad This weekend. He left this morning."
"Oh," I staired at my feet.
"You're so amazingly beautiful. I don't know what I was thinking when I let you go," Her angelic voice broke the silence as she put her hand on my arm. "After all the s**t I put you through you stilled showed up here."
"All the things you put me through? Charlie, I whent through those things cause I wanted to be with you. I chose to live that life. I showed up because I do still love you. Even if you are threw with me."
"I thought I was done, but seeing you here reminds me why I fell in love with you in the first place," she said, pushing my hair from my face. "I miss you. My bed's empty with out you. It's rather depressing."
" I would have guessed all the other girls would have made up for my abcence. I didn't think you'd miss me that much."
"There were no other girls. Just Meg. All the nights after you left, I couldn't sleep. If I did sleep, all I could ever dream about was your face, your kiss, your scent. You were all I though about." I was speachless. I thought She got over me. "I let you go beacuse I didn't want to see you hurt. I wanted to save you," she said as her hand slipped down my arm until her fingers found themselves tangled in mine. She moved over a bit to make room for me. I laied down beside her and she ran her fingers through my hair, soothing my whole body, putting me to sleep.
All sence of time slipped away from me. I had fallen asleep and staied asleep a couple of hours. I was awaken by Charlie's nurse comming in for her evening meds. I sat up thinking Charlie would too, but there was no response. I said her name a couple of times and shook her. Nothing. She wasn't breathing. Her heart wasn't beating. She wouldn't wake up. All I could do was sit there and try to wake her, hoping that what I had dreamed hadn't come true. She wasn't doing anything. She just laied there limp in my arms. She wouldn't talk to me. All I could do was cry. She was gone and here I was still holding on to her.
How I wanted to forget her. Her smile, her voice, the way she smelled. I wanted to forget about how much she ment to me and how much I hated myself for not being able to save her. I needed to get away from those thoughts. If only for an hour, i needed to feel something different than the hurt I was feeling. I found what I had been looking for, what I had asked for. I found it in my aderhole I had abused and in the blunt I lit up. The two mixed made an exallent combination high. The exact thing i had been searching for. It made me feel tingly at first, but then I just went limp. I couldnt' do anything but stair at the roof, dead. Unable to move.
I fealt dead. Like I was in a higher place where no one could touch me. I needed sleep, but sleep wouldn't come to me. My heart beat was racing. It fealt as if it were going to beat right out of my chest. I was floating. Floating high above reality. I fealt empty inside. All I could focus on was the emptiness that filled my to the brim. Thoughts sped through my mind at the speed of light. I was unable to catch them.
The only way for me to keep my mind off her was to get ******** up and never come back down. To retreat to my higher place. None of my thoughts of her could hurt me there. I couldn't cry, couldn't feel, couldn't think. I was comfortbly numb. It was better for me to not think about her. It hurt too much. I would have rather been caughing up blood than have to feel the way I fealt.
I vowed to never love someone as much as I loved Charlie Maree Christopherson. I couldn't go through this s**t again.
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