Carmen
Why am I like this? Why do I think like this? How could you go from crying while holding his head to accusing him of murder?
What kind of monster am I?
I haven't moved for God knows how long. Sitting, rocking back and forth in this chair as the letter sat on the windowsill, the words branded into my brain. My breathing was shallow and unsteady as my eyes fluttered around the room for just a moment, and then stuck onto the letter again. The cycle repeated, as the world I knew began to slowly, ever so slowly, unravel. How long has this been planned? Did it begin with Bea's death? Some... some coincidence?
Or could it be karma, getting me back for how terribly I've led my life. But, karma, why the hell would you kill people to get back at them?
Apparently, when karma is dealing with Carmen James, exceptions are made.
My mind constantly fluttered from wondering if I loved Ashton, or if I despised him for murder. Or could I love a potential murder? What if he didn't do it?
Who else could have?
I nearly smacked my head trying to get the remarks from my subconscious to stop. It was annoying, and I wanted it to stop as much as I wish I could pass this case on to someone else. Pin the misery on another.
That must be why karma is such a bitch to me.
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Suddenly, the door knob slowly turned, and I stood. A nurse came in, with a doctor hot on his heels, pushing a bed through the doors and into the other space where a bed was meant to be. Ashton was on that bed.
"Miss?" The nurse said, rubbing his hand on the back of his hand.
"Hmm?" I mumbled, taking a step out from where I was.
"He's got a concussion, but he'll live. It's severe, and he has a lot of bruises. It looks worse than it is, and yes, we did revive him once. The blow to his head temporarily caused his heart to slow from shock, but it's fine now. We don't know how long he'll be here, but we'll let you know." He said, clearly trying to deliver the news of Ashton's almost-death gently, with his Irish accent thick.
"What...." I said, but my voice cracked. I swallowed and continued. "What about my other friend? The girl, Mia?"
He grimaced, and for a second I could tell that he was confused why I asked. Of course she was dead, how could she not? Unless she was a born miracle, you can't really live without your heart, or with a ton of holes in it. I'm not sure what truly happened, there was just... so much blood, so much sorrow and shock and the look on her face-
"Ma'am?" The nurse asked, taking a step toward me.
I looked up.
"You've been staring at the ground for a while... did you hear me, miss?"
I swallowed and shook my head, preparing for the news. The nurse swallowed, looked to his shoes, and back at me. "I'm... I'm sorry miss, but... she's gone."
I nodded, blinking back tears that shouldn't be there. I sat on the new bed, bringing a hand to my mouth, the tears beginning to fall. I looked back to the nurse, but he was gone.
I wiped away the tears, taking a deep breath. I shouldn't be crying, I'm too strong for this. I've seen enough death and sorrow to be immune to it.
But.... I guess I'm not. I'm not sure if you can be immune to sorrow.
I looked to Ashton, who was sleeping. I didn't know whether to hug him and stay, or to literally kill the bastard.
I guess I won't know if I'll need my gun until he wakes up, and that might be a while.
I sat on the chair, and I felt my insides turn cold.
This isn't an ordinary case; it hasn't been from the beginning. Normally cases are cracked open, explained, and closed. But, this one.... this one is different. It just continues to take lives, taking away the small amount of happiness I had, if I had any at all to begin with.
I stared at the wall, my breaths slowing.
I'm going to solve this case, even if it kills me. Even if the killer is my only friend.
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A/N
HEY GUYS I UPDATED EARLY YAY but happy easter! Sorry for a short chapter, but here's a little extra after that last chapter. Enjoy!
-Hope
