Katana's Revenge

You Can't Be Serious?

Song: Numb- Linkin Park cover by Janet Devlin

Sheriff Harlow:

I have to work the night shift tonight. I get a call that there has been a really bad car wreck out on the ridge. When I pull up and get out of my patrol car I see the car all mangled. And then it dawns on me...its Katana. Son-of-a-bicth, if it's not one thing its another.

I rush over to the car and the rescue squad is already trying to get her out. They had to get the Jaws of Life to break through the door. Of all my years this is the one crash that has been one of the worst I have ever seen. It is so bad that it's hard to even tell what kind of car it was. She had flipped it at least twice before landing between a set of trees pinning her in really good.

"Katana...Katana...I'm hear sweetheart. I'm here." I'm trying to talk to her, she needs to wake up. "Sweetheart, I'm here. Wake up now, look at me. You got to wake up." But she doesn't respond.

The firemen pull her out and her body is limp. Oh my God this can't be happening. Not today. "Sir you are going to have to step back." One of them says.

"I understand but this is my daughter."

"And we need to do our job sir." I step back and watch them put her on the stretcher and then into the ambulance. I watch as they load her up and start working on her. God please don't take my girl, not today...please. I run back and get in my car and follow the ambulance all the way to the hospital.

I pull up at the same time and run in with them. Of course I am not allowed to go on back. I wait what seems like forever in the damn waiting area. Then a doctor comes out to greet me.

"You must be the dad."

"Yes...Sheriff Harlow...how...how is she?"

"Well, she's beat up pretty bad but she is going to make it."

"Oh...thank God." I sigh heavily. I finally let out everything; I let it all out. "Thank you for saving my girl."

"It's my job, however we need to talk. She had a high amount of alcohol in her blood not to mention she had a percentage of ecstacy in her body. I think if she would have been sober she would have probably died. She has a few broken ribs and the one leg is broke. We had to stitch up her face from where the glass went in and of course she has several bruises but she will heal in time. "

"You saying she was drinking and she even had drugs in her system. That is so not like her." She knows better, what the hell was she thinking.

"I'm just telling you sir, honestly I don't have to tell you anything considering she is over eighteen but you been the sheriff and all, I think you need to know. Your daughter was way over the limit; I don't see how she was even capable of driving."

I nod my head slowly. "Can I see her?"

"Of course but she may be out for awhile."

When I go in to see her, I wasn't expecting to see her in that condition. I mean he warned me he did and I should have known it was going to be bad with the air bag going off in her face. Her face is swollen and bruised all over again, not to mention the few stitches they had to give her due to the windshield breaking in her face. They have her hooked up to a few machines.

It takes everything in me to walk closer to her and hold her hand. "Daddy is here now; I'm here. Everything is going to be alright." I tell her hoping that she is able to hear me somehow.

I read the charts and the police report several times. I can't believe she had that much in her system. She knows better what the hell was she thinking. And ecstasy...what the hell. This is so not like her.