Never Alone || Carchelle

Michelle

"CARLA? Will you come back 'ere?" I yell down the very empty corridor. But all I hear is my own voice echoing back at me. I sigh, roll my eyes and head back inside. She'll come back when she's ready I think to myself as I flick the kettle on again. Time to settle down, watch some shit TV and relax... Time passes quickly and the next time I look up from the TV screen, it's nearly midnight and Carla still isn't back... I frown, its been over 6 hours. My eyes are searching for my phone, which I find buried underneath a large pillow. I dial Cars number but it goes straight to voicemail. I open the front door again hoping she'd be out there, slumped drunkenly against the wall, too off her head to manage to knock on the door... but the hallway is still empty. My heart sinks and a funny feeling settles in my stomach, a feeling that something isn't quite right. What, I have no idea, but something has happened to Carla. I just know it. I duck back inside, grabbing my coat, phone and hat, before heading out into the street. 

Outside it's bitterly cold and there's a light snow starting to fall. The street beneath my feet is slippery with ice starting to form on the puddles and the streetlights are casting gloomy shadows over the pavement. "Carla?" I scream, my voice bouncing off the building, almost taunting me with the silence that follows. I stumble further down the street, eyes glancing everywhere in the hopes I will stop her lying somewhere or see Carla stumbling out of the pub... But she's nowhere. My heart starts racing "CARLA? CARLA?!!" I choke out as I reach Victoria Road. My eyes scan the tram track running above the bistro but its quiet too. The trams having stopped running hours ago. I head to the station anyway, cos if Cars off her face again, she wouldn't know the trams aren't running. The door to the station is locked and as I peer through the slats in the gate, I see the station is empty too. My eyes start to fill with tears Maybe she's gone for good? My mind cackles at me and I grimace, shaking my hair out of my eyes I continue down the street. I scoff as I spot Tracy screeching at the latest of her many unfortunate boyfriends as he runs away from her and my eyes fall on the old abandoned bridge. A place I have sat many a times. The view over Wetherfield is breath taking. All you can see from up there is the lights of the town. I smile gently as the memories of me and Carla sitting up there as teenagers, a bottle of stolen wine in our hands, carefree. I'm about to head back into the town, when I see a lone figure standing on the bridge. They stand, silhouetted against the snow falling and half moon, a bottle in their hand, which they chuck down onto the tracks meters below. The bottle shatters into pieces and I hear a cry echoing through the night. My heart freezes and I look at the person again, as they brush their long hair from their shoulders. My feet take off, sprinting towards the bridge, hoping I wouldn't be too late. I round the corner, clambering up the steep grassy slope and my eyes fall on Carla... Standing looking down at the tracks. "Carla?" I say quietly stepping towards her "What are you doing up here? You must be freezing. I've been looking everywhere for you" I step towards her again and her hand shoots out "Stay away" She whispers, her voice breaking. "Carla?" I ask, trying to not let on how terrified I am. "I can't do this Chelle" she whispers as she wipes away the tears on her face. "Do what?" I ask gently. She doesn't reply. "Carla please!" I beg "Take my hand" I hold my hand out for her to grab and wait, praying she will take it and not her life instead. Time slows as the brunette turns to face me, she looks down at the tracks again, the at my hand, then at me, her eyes meeting mine "I'm sorry Chelle" she murmurs, as she turns away. I step forwards again, within reach of her and look at her "Darling? Please..." I implore her. Carla doesn't move, just stares down below her. The her eyes meet mine again "Why?" she asks and I frown "Because I can't live without you... Don't let what he's done destroy you... You're more than what he did..." I whisper, holding my hand out to her again and to my surprise she takes it and steps off the bridge into my arms. Carla breaks down, sobs wracking her body and I sniff into her hair, trying to hold back my own tear. I have to be strong. I must be strong. I hold her as she mutters something into my arms "What did you say?" I ask gently, praying my ears had deceived me. Carla pulls away, her brown eyes meeting mine, welling with fat tears, her mascara running in streaks down her pale face "I'm pregnant Chelle... I'm pregnant..." she whimpers and my heart shatters. I pull her into my arms again, stroking her hair "It'll be ok darling..." I murmur as she cries her broken heart out into my, barely held together, deeply shaken, arms. "It'll be ok..."