Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

Losing You is Losing Me

June 1st, 1997

  "Sabian. Sabian, can you hear me?" a voice called out to me. Next thing I know, a foul odor caught my nose, waking me up instantly. Blinking, I looked around and noticed that I was laying in the back of an ambulance, seeing Rita sitting off to my left while an EMT looked over me. Frowning from the terrible sent that lingered, "damn Rita, you rip ass?" I groaned, trying to sit up slowly while Rita chuckled from my piss poor timing in trying to be funny. "Yeah, you are just fine alright," the EMT spoke and helped me sit up further before looking over the cuts in my arms and hands. Slowly removing glass here and there. My body and face ached, but other than that I was alive and that's what was important. The EMT tilted my chin and had me move my head from side to side, "you took a good beating," she noted.

  I tried licking my lips, but the action caused my injured lip to sting. "Yeah, I will be alright. Sore, but I am fine," I assured the EMT. I didn't need them to hover over me, if this was the worst of it, then I was perfectly fine. I knew that all my wounds would heal in time. Glancing over towards Rita, I remembered seeing her with the gun, the very gun that shot Ronnie. Remembering him, I shot my eyes to the EMT, "Ronnie?" Before the EMT could answer my question, Rita spoke up, "dead." Looking back over to my best friend, I tried reading her to see if she was alright. Worried that maybe she was struggling with the fact that she had killed someone. "How are you doing?" I asked, was she traumatized in what had happened?

  Rita shrugged, "I am doing alright. If you are worried, don't. I had to do what I had to do to protect you, and I would do it again hands down." A sigh of relief left me. Finally, all the glass had been removed from my injuries, allowing me to move over towards my best friend. Both of us sitting on the edge of the ambulance, our feet dangling off the back while we took in the scene in front of us. The storm had come and go, allowing the clearer skies to come through. Rita's cute little home was now swarmed with cops and coroner's office, yellow tape outlining her yard. Seeing her watch the chaos of it all, I couldn't help but feel guilty. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have had to endure all this.

  My feelings became overwhelming. Throwing my arms around her before burring my face within her shoulder, "thank you! Thank you! I wouldn't be here if you didn't stop him!" Rita sympathized, laying her cheek against the top of my head. "I couldn't let him hurt you Sable, and like I said, if I had to do it again...I would, she explained. Rita placed a comforting hand against my bare thigh, letting me know that she was there. Silence fell upon us as we processed everything that had happened, sharing a few tears between the two of us.

  "Sir, you cannot come through. This is an active investigation!" an officer shouted off in the distance. Looking up, I saw a frantic Phil looking around which threw me off. What was he doing here? I was relieved to see a familiar face either way. Hopping down from the ambulance, I began to wave my arms to allow him to see me. When his eyes finally landed on me, I could tell he finally was able to relax a little. Choosing to ignore the officer, Phil pushed through and jogged towards both Rita and me. "Jesus fucking Christ, Able!" seeing the distraught in Phil's eyes, I knew that he was thinking the worse. Without a thought, Phil pulled me roughly into his arms, engulfing me in a hug that we both clearly needed. When pulling away, he took in the sight of the bruises and cuts that littered my face and arms. Noticing a change in his facial expressions, his jaw tightening from the anger that boiled within him.

  Blinking the tears away from his eyes, Phil looked over at Rita and pulled her in a hug of her own. I looked around and didn't see any other faces that I recognized, where was he? "Phil, where is Darrell?" I asked out of concern. If Phil was here then that meant that Darrell was back, yet he was nowhere to been seen. Phil turned with Rita tucked under his arm, "don't worry Able, he is coming. We were having issues getting here due to the damn storm that swept by. We also were forced to park pretty far since they shut down the street. I just got out of the vehicle faster than he had, but he is coming,' he reassured me.