Only a few people in the world have the ability to remember everything - I'm one of them. Pick any day of my life and I can tell you what I saw or heard; faces, conversations, clues; which comes in handy when you're a cop.
If I miss something the f...
He looked down at me and smiled, "I love you." he whispered. He...he loved me? I looked at him in shock, my eyes wide-eyed I scrambled for words to find, my mind scattering . "W..what?" Was all I could say. He gripped my shoulders making me relax instantly. He stared deep into my eyes and gave me a crooked smile, "Yeah, but I know this scares you... but I don't care. It's the truth, I love you, I always have and I always will."
There was long pause, the only sounds that were audible were the waves in the river and a faint sound of the noisy packed streets. I stared at my feet and then back at him. I raised my arms and rested my hands on my head processing what just happened.
"Wow...that's um....you know I never thought I would be brave enough to go down this path again... or admit this, but I-" But my sentence was cut off by a loud bang. Something was on my face, something liquid. I swiped my finger across my forehead and noticed that it was blood. My hands shook rigorously.
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"Al?" I said my voice shaking. I saw him on the ground gasping for air. He was shot. I quickly dropped down by his side shouting at him. "Al?, Al look at me! I need you stay awake!" I shook him, he can't die... he just can't. "GET ME AN AMBULANCE!" I screamed. I didn't know who I was actually talking to, but I didn't care. I looked at Al, he wasn't breathing. "No, no no no. Al?" My whole body wouldn't stop shaking, "Oh my god." I whispered.
The blank, emotionless expression swept over my face as the realization of the moment gradually seeped in. The fear seemed to rise behind my eyes. Like a caged animal, I sat there. Paralyzed by the tragic feeling of isolation, I closed my eyes and gazed into fields of nothingness. Small tiny crystal beads crept out of my eyes, one after another, soon it turned into a flowing stream of sorrow that ran down my face and dripped from my pointed chin on to my shirt.
I screamed but then the rest was a blur as I felt myself being dragged away from the man I loved.
"No! I told you I'm fine!" I snapped at one of the medics. "Where's Al, is he alright?!" It had been almost an hour and a half after the incident and no one would tell me where Al was! But before she could say anything, my phone rang, I glanced at it and saw that Jay was calling me. I answered quickly. "Hello?" I said a bit too anxiously. "Carrie? Are you alright? I heard what happened." His voice sounded worried. I told him I was fine and asked where Al was. He can't be dead... There was a short pause on the other end of the line until he finally told me a hospital in Queens. I took a deep breath, "Which hospital?"
On the way there, the ride was silent. The quietness was almost tangible, no rustle of clothing, my breathing slow and barely audible, even the once creaking of the car seat was stilled as though to order. I glanced at the passenger's seat and a tear rolled down my cheek.
He loved me.. and I loved him... He has to okay.. He just has to...
When I arrived in the building, most of the people there stared at me, maybe because I had blood all over my face. That moment was much more worst than the time I got poisoned. Al was really there for me that day, if he wasn't there, I could've...
"Carrie... Carrie!" My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice, I turned around and saw Delina coming towards me. I shot her a confused look. She smiled at me, but I could still see the pity in her eyes. "How are you Carrie?" She asked me sympathetically. I looked at her and blinked, "Me? I'm fine.. still in shock maybe, but fine.." I managed to give her a weak smile and held back my tears. She stared at me, eyeing me suspiciously, "Well alright then... Follow me." She grabbed my wrist and led me to the room that held Al. On the way to his room, she told me how Al had just finished his surgery and that it might take awhile to recover.
Oh Al....
When I saw him on the hospital bed, I bit my cheek, holding back the sobs. I hated seeing him like this. "Save your tears for your pillow..." I mumbled. "Hm?" Delina turned to face me. "Oh, nothing.." I reassured her.
And then all of a sudden, the memories flooded into my mind of what happened, one moment he confesses that he loves me, the next, he's shot. I flinched as the memories replayed in my mind like a broken record which made Delina frown. "Do you want to talk about this?" She asked me, her eyes filled with worry and concern.
"N..no I'm okay" I replied. She stared at me for what seemed like forever, there was an awkward silence between us. She stared deep in my eyes as if she was reading my mind. I finally broke the silence, "So, you never did tell me why you're also here.." I told her, trying to hide my shaky voice. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh yeah! While I was talking to the doctors, they let me try and find out which weapon was used on Al. What I did find out was that he was shot with a sniper rifle, but look at this." I looked closer at her computer screen and noticed that the sniper rifle that was used on Al was also used in the other shootings and that the gun was the same stolen prototype.
That meant that the mind controlling mastermind was still out there...
Sensing the tension, Delina offered to leave the room and leave Al and I alone. I thanked her and she replied by giving my hand a tight squeeze. When she closed the door, I took a deep breath and walked over to his bed.
I looked at him, and took his hand in mine. My memories soon took over my mind as I remembered the guy in the scientific intelligence division of the CIA and how he controlled my mind along with three of my other partners. And how Al saved me from killing the senator...
"Please be okay Al..." I whispered, "Please..."
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Whoa, Will Al recover from this tragic incident? Who shot him? Will they survive knowing the truth behind who shot him?
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