Carmen
I've been in this hospital a few times before. Many times before; hasn't everyone? For the regularity of checkups and things similar, and even when we brought Mia.
But I don't remember it being this cold. This.... dark, as dreary as it seems now. How depressing and sad it seems.
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I walked through the halls, rubbing my arms, hugging myself. The words of the song by Mayday Parade that I heard in Ashton's car still fill my head, still haunt me. I remember what I thought, that pointed to the worst case scenarios.
Looking around now, I realize how dreary the place is. Looking at all of the faces, some giddy while holding their child or now healthy loved one, other grim with the burden of disease and death. Then you have the doctors and nurses, those giddy to deliver good news and those grim to deliver the bad.
How did I never realize it before?
One day, at the end of this case, I could be happy to deliver the men to their loved ones and the criminals to jail; or I could be grim to give the news of murder to their loved ones, and slightly proud to deliver criminals to their rightful place in prison; or I could deliver the news of death and then not have a criminal to put to justice.
The toss-up; a factor of my job, the burden on my shoulders in life.
I walked through the halls, down to the room Ashton had given me, bracing myself to brace the potential.
There it is... the knob. The silver knob; honestly, it's not really a knob, more of a handle-
Keep it together, Carmen, my subconsciousness scolded.
I nodded, took a deep breath, and set my hand on the handle. I threw the door open, my heart hardening into stone as I took in what I saw.
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"Mia!" I screamed, running to her bedside. Another scream rose into my throat as I looked over the other side. "ASHTON!"
I had tears pouring down my face now, and I heard footsteps down the hall. I couldn't tell what was wrong with him; all that he was unconscious, lying on the floor. I listened to his heart; slow, slow beating.
"God, Ashton your okay," I sighed. But then an ill feeling settled into my stomach. I slowly stood, turning around, taking in the sight of Mia. I set my hand on hers, and took it back, feeling how cold she was. I looked at my hand; full of blood.
I looked around her body, for the source of the wound. My eyes set on her chest after nearly a second; a pure hole.
I started to hyperventilate, telling my self to calm down. Why am I panicking?
I collapsed next to Ashton, and listened to his heart again. Either I was too scared to hear it or.... I don't even want to elaborate.
I hugged his head to my chest. "Ashton!" I sobbed. "Please! WAKE UP!" I said, nearly screaming. At that moment, a nurse and doctor rushed in, swearing up a storm. I rocked back and forth as I watched the present and future unravel in front of me, as two rolling beds were brought in, as Mia's body was taken and her original bed was removed. I watched as Ashton was taken from my arms, and I stood up, following, wanting him to be with me. I asked if he was okay, if he would live, but I got no answers.
"Please," I begged the nurse, "just give me answers!"
"Honey, just go back to the room. It's all cleaned up, yours and the other woman's things are still there, and that's where your friend will end up." The nurse said.
I turned, but I heard the nurse mutter something under her breath. "If he ends up living."
I felt my heart drop, the feeling of loosing him as heaving as a thousand tons. I know that I've never loved any man before, and I don't quite believe that I love him. But I do care, and...
Okay, what's going on?
You see, it's this little thing called love. But you wouldn't know.
Wow, even my subconscious is a sarcastic bitch.
I sat down on the bed, exhausted, tears still pouring slowly down my face as I fisted the clean, new sheets. I wonder what happened when Mia was killed; was she sad? Happy, to finally leave the suffering?
Or was it to fight?
Fighting whoever it was who killed her?
Who could have done it? Mia could have been the one to hit Ashton, and maybe he fell unconscious at her attempt to save herself after she lost the fight?
Is Ashton the second identity?
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I sat in the chair, thinking about what could have happened, when I saw the paper on the windowsill. An envelope, with the letters C. J. on the front in curly handwriting.
Carmen James; me.
I slowly unfolded the envelope with shaking fingers, as the drapes blew in the breeze from the window. I saw that the words were typed; untraceable.
"Carmen James-
Your precious information rat is dead. Obviously; you most likely saw the body being carried out. But, this is your warning.
Stop searching, stop looking. Its useless; you'll never find us. The men will be dead by the time you get here anyways.
One more thing; maybe you should keep a closer eye on your companion and his thoughts and intentions."
It wasn't signed.
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A/N
here's a chapter; I know its been a while. sorry, ive got track. Ill do my best to update when I can.
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