Moving On

Chapter 1

I don't know where to start. Life seemed as if it could not have gotten any worse. He left me. Without even a goodbye or a good reason why. He just got up and left. I guess he finally realized he was worth more and I was a nothing. His parents, his friends and his colleagues always told him he could have done better, he was deserving of more that I could give or offer. I was planning on telling him tonight but I guess I will have to keep that to my myself, because he is no longer here. I tried so hard to please him, to be the woman he deserved but I guess he never saw me as that. He always said "We accept the love we deserved." I finally understand what he was saying and he finally realized that he deserved more.

I sat down on my half white leather sofa, we could not afford to buy a new one. I tried to calm myself, because I know it was not healthy in my condition. I sat there for a few minutes, just looking at how life has been for the last year. A number of things have occurred, both good and bad. I graduated medical school last June, his mother died on Thanksgiving in a car accident, he got a promotion in December and in March our cat Flossy died.

Omar left me, he left and he is not coming back, he finally gave up on me. I know I was hard to deal with but I always thought he would be the last person to leave me. I realized awhile back that most people left me, but I did not think Omar would leave also. He knew how I was from the start, he was the only person I told everything, I trusted him with everything and I thought he accepted me for who I was but I guess I was wrong.

I got up for something to eat. I searched the refrigerator and found cold pizza and apple juice. I ate silently, taking in the quiet surrounding that would normally be filled with laughter and happiness. He was the best thing that happened to me, he made me smile without even trying, he was my other half. I went to sit again, I got lost in my thoughts.

I guess I fell asleep, because when I got up outside was bright. I looked at the time then hissed, it was 6:45am. I ran into to shower. I can't be late for work not under any circumstance. I hurried to get ready. When I was finished it was 6:57am. I ran outside to catch a cab.

I am Izeala De la Van, my friends call me Iz for short, I can't help but to think of all the names Omar called me. When we met he called me 'Bella', I never understood why. When we started dating it changed from 'Bella' to 'Cheesecake', now I think of it I never asked although I found it cute and now I am sorry I didn't ask him. I am a resident at Mayfield's Memorial Hospital, I loved my job even though I had to get to work by 7 o'clock. I snapped out of my thoughts when the cab came to a stop. I paid the driver and hurriedly got started.

The day went by in a hurry today. I packed my bag to go home and called a taxi. When I looked at the time it was just minutes to 8 o'clock. He reached in 5 minutes. I guess I dosed off, I woke up to shouts and the sound of horn. I couldn't see clearly.
" What's wrong?" I asked the driver. As he was a about to get out the car. He said "There was an accident".
I got out the car a rush to the scene. When I got there police and fire fighters were there already. It was clear they were trying to get the woman out alive but one wrong move could kill her. I went over to them.

" Wait you can't do that or else she is going to die even before you take her out the car. That went straight through an artery." I said firmly while looking at him. He stared at me and then said "and who the hell are you?" I got use to police or other people of athority behaving like that.

"I am the person that's going to save her life. I am a doctor by the way." I said to him as I moved to the car. I looked at him and said, " tell them to stop and listen to me." He looked like he was thinking. " Now." He nodded to them and they looked at me.

I explained to them clearly what we were going to do. By there looks I know a few don't think it will work, but I didn't care. I just needed her to be alive. When we got started she was crying. I was talking to her to keep her conscious. She couldn't lose consciousness. When the back of the steel that went through her was cut, she started to close her eyes.

" Sam you can't fall asleep now you have to stay away. Do it for Lucy." I told her and she started to smile and nodded. When the front part of the metal was cut , they carried her to the ambulance and I followed along.
When we reach the hospital, I gave them an update about her condition. As she was about to be rushed to surgery she stopped them.

" Izeala can you go to my house and pick up Lucy for me. It's okay if you can't I understand that you're busy. " She said to me wearing a sad expression. Looking at her I know I had to do it, if not for her for Lucy. No 5 year old deserved to be alone this late. Sam was trying really hard to take care of herself and Lucy. She just went out to get milk for Lucy and got hit by a drunk driver.

As I existed the hospital for the second time I realized I didn't have my bag. As I turn to go borrow some money from my friend Becky. I saw the police officer from the accident walk to me.

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