Shattered Fragments

Chapter 6

My eyesight was blurry, my body bruised, and too many things were bleeding. Yet they kept going, they kept hitting us, kicking us, showing us just how pointless our lives were. I deserved it. But Quinn didn't, still she took the beating along side me. I'd always thought I'd die committing suicide, now it would be murder; close enough. The pain was demon, gripping my soul. It was bad enough listening to Quinn's cries of pain, let alone all seven of my personalities screaming in agony. My hands were sticky with blood as I tried to stop the flow coming from my forehead.

I fell to the floor, now I could make out two people coming towards us. They could save us. I tried to call out but it was less than a whisper. The were right next to us now, and fighting off Gabriella and Daniel. They looked familiar, but my vision was too blurred to tell who they were. Daniel was shouting at one of them, saying that they had 'betrayed the family for the freak'; what the hell was happening?! Gabriella was cornered by the other who had some kind of weapon. Daniel was running away now, "YOU COWARD, WE ARE SO OVER!" I heard Gabriella screech as she ,too, fled.

The saviors had come to our rescue, but my consciousness was slipping away, "CALL AN AMBULANCE!" said one, scooping me up as though I weighed no more than a rag doll, "Stay with me, Willow, stay with me,"
I'm trying, I thought.
"Don't close your eyes, okay? As long as you don't close your eyes we'll be okay," closing my eyes and drifting into sleep was tempting, but the familiarity of the voice made me hang on. I think he was running now, hopefully to a medic, or a nice warm bed.
"There just at the end of the road, they can't get up with the ambulance. We're gonna have to carry them!" shouted the other voice.
"What do ya' think I'm doing?!" said the one carrying me, sarcastically.

I could see flashing lights now; but I didn't know whoever it was the ambulance or the light. The light people walk into when they pass on into their next adventure; death. I felt myself being wrenched from my savior's arms and placed onto and uncomfortable trolley. A mask was placed over my swollen face and I could hear serious voices muttering, "Bad wound to the head...", "broken wrist", "we're losing her". And they were right, I couldn't hold on any longer. My pain was drowning me, and there was no way back to the surface. I hoped Quinn was okay. She had much more to loose than I; a boyfriend, a family that truly loved her.

Onto the adventure of a lifetime I go, but in my death's wake it will be...