Second Chance At Love

Second Chance At Love: Chapter 4

Chapter 4 is up! Hope you guys like it! This was hard for me to write. Especially because I know how Monica felt as I lost my mother also. She was hit by a car when I was 15. Hope you guys like it. Please comment and vote for me.I'd really appreciate it! And fan me please!

Chapter 4:

"Monica," the skinny policeman said to me, " Please come with me, we'll take you to the hospital to see your mother."

The tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't see clearly.

"Where is he?" I screamed, looking all over, but I didn't see him.

"Where is who?" the policeman asked me, trying to calm me down. He had his hands on my shoulder; he was trying to lead me to his squad car. I quickly jerked away from him.

"Don't touch me!!" I screamed, "Where is he?"

"Monica, you have to tell me who," the policeman said, sighing. He was keeping his distance now.

"Damon! Where is Damon? The guy who killed my mother!!" I cried. I was shaking. Everything hurt.

Then I saw him.

He was down the road talking to one of the officers.

"Why isn't he being arrested?" I screamed at the policeman who was still standing by me, "He ran over my mother, don't you get that?"

"Your mother is still alive, Monica. And I t was an accident," he told me calmly.

"No! She's dead! I know it! And it's all because of him!" I cried, I was begging inside for him to understand me. To believe what I was telling him. They could say my mom was still alive. But I knew she wasn't. There was no doubt in my heart that he had killed her.

"So you're not going to arrest him?" I asked the officer. What's wrong with them?

I ran off towards Damon.

"You ran over my mother!" I screamed, running straight at him.

Damon had so much guilt and hurt on his face, but I didn't care. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. Before I got to him, two police officers grabbed me and held me back.

"No!" I cried. But I could feel myself giving up. Everything I hurt, and I was so tired. I couldn't fight it anymore.

I felt myself crumbling to the ground. My sobs were shaking my entire body uncontrollably.

"Get another ambulance!" someone yelled, "She's going into shock."

I felt myself being placed on a stretcher. I wanted to fight, to tell them to leave me alone. That I just needed to be by my mother's side. But my body was exhausted. My throat felt so swollen I couldn't get another sound out. I felt something being injected into my arm.

I couldn't feel anything. The only thing I remember before passing out is looking down at my dress. My mother's blood completely covered it, but it blended into the red flower pattern. My hands were covered in her blood. I felt nauseous. And then everything went black.

Images of my mother's body lying in the middle of the road haunted my mind as I tried to sleep. I tried to wake up, but my eyelids felt like a thousand pounds were weighing them down. After lying there with my eyes closed for I don't know how long, I finally managed to open them up. Only to close them tight again because the bright light burned my eyes. Was it all a dream? Did it really happen?

I opened my eyes again and this time kept them open. I was in a completely white room. And then I realized I was in a hospital bed. I climbed out of the bed, pulled the wires off of me and headed out the door. I guess the doctors knew that I ripped the stuff off my arms, because they came running down the hallway. They came to a complete stop when they saw me.