Savior

Chapter 22: Tragedy Strikes

Chapter 22: Tragedy Strikes

It's been a week since what happened, and Chandler hasn't tried anything on me since. Ray and I walk up to the spot where I'll be filming today. I let out a shaky breath, let go of Ray's hand, and get into position.

Tia's POV

I yank and kick on the ropes, all while screaming to be let out. Nothing's working," I AM NOT CRAZY! I JUST WANT TO BE WITH MY BABY!" I scream." Carl, it's been three days, just let her go..." Rick pleads with his son, Carl just shakes his head." No... I can't let the love of my life commit suicide..." he says shaking his head, that's what this is all about? I stop thrashing and just stare in complete shock." You honestly think I was going to leave you?" I ask, Carl nods." Carl, no, I would never leave you!" I started. Carl sits on the edge of the bed, he slowly reaches up and cuts away the ropes. I jump up and wrap my arms around him." I wanted to get bit, that way I'm sure to die, but I wanted to get bit and stay in the same room with you. That way, I know for a fact we would both turn, and we would be with Carter again." I explain, why on earth would they think I was crazy for wanting my family to be together? He looks at me, he looks at me in fear." What's wrong?" I ask, I try and hug him, but he backs away." Tia, y-your not the same..." he sounds scared, what? Why?" Carl, why would you think I was different? I just want us all to be together again, just like before." I assured him, he just shook his head." Your to far gone, Tia, way to far... your CRAZY now, you can't be with him again until it's YOUR time." He explained, looking me in the eyes with tears streaming down his face. I shake my head," No... I'm not crazy, you just don't understand! Carl, think about it, Carter, you, and I... together forever, never having to be apart if we don't want to be..." I explained, he stopped and thought about it. He nodded and then shook his head." It sounds nice, but it's not possible. Tia, now isn't your time, it's not my time, and it's definitely not our time." Carl tolled me. I go to hug him, to show him that I understand, but I'm stopped. I look down. His hand with the knife in it was rested on his legs, blade hidden, jet black handle with a new coat of splatter. My once black and red shirt is now solid red. I look up at Carl, pain and fear. He just accidentally stabbed me...

Trista's POV

"CUT! MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" Both Robert and Greg yelled. Chandler gave me the most evil grin ever. I felt the blood pouring out of my stomach, I felt the blade digging in to my stomach.