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Post by sarryb on Dec 30, 2008 16:02:38 GMT -5
Thank you for all of your comments!!!! ;D Sarry xx
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Post by ladytaz29 on Dec 30, 2008 16:05:19 GMT -5
Dang it Girl...I jumped in here cuz I thought you posted another chapter....come on.................. ;D
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Post by sarryb on Dec 30, 2008 16:06:38 GMT -5
Disclaimer: This chapter isn't icky, and it finally spills why Greg is in prison.Seven David took me, with a box, back to Gen Pop to get my things. It was sad to say goodbye to Lenny, but I was thankful that finally I was getting moved back into isolation. Lenny seemed a little downcast to see me going. He'd wished me good luck. I offered the same gesture right back at him. I appreciate everything that he's done for me. Even if he thinks it's not enough. I gathered my few things, packed them in the small box and left the nightmare that is General Population behind me. Bob seemed pleased to see me, it was great to see him. I can't believe that he took all the time that he did trying to get me back into the relative safety of the isolation block. -oOo- As it's been uneventful today, and pretty painless due to my painkillers being administered correctly, I don't have a lot to write. So I can continue to write about why I'm here. Where was I? Oh yeah. On the third day accompanying Brass we got a call to attend a road traffic accident. Brass told me that I wouldn't have to leave the car if I didn't want to. I was unsure when we arrived, but decided the only way I'd get back into the field would be to prove that I was ready and that I could even face a RTA. So I climbed out and surveyed the scene in front of me. Two steaming cars, one with a crying woman, the other with a youngish guy climbing out of the driver's side with barely a scratch. He took one look at us and started to run. Brass grabbed a hold of him and shook his head at him. He didn't need to say a word. The guy stood still. Brass asked me to keep an eye on him while he called out to see where rescue was, and to see if someone was going to attend the scene. -oOo- The guy was restless, so I told him to keep still. At first he did, but I felt maybe he wasn't taking me seriously. He moved a little again. I asked him if he thought he didn't need to listen to me as he had done with Brass. He shook his head and stood still a while longer. I could see him looking around, he was very skittish. He was starting to grate on my nerves now. Normally nothing really gets me angry, but maybe the situation; a car accident, made me on edge. So I drew my newly acquired weapon. I asked him if the gun helped him respect what I was saying. That got his attention. He raised his hands and told me he wasn't going anywhere. Brass glanced round just then, he told me to take it easy. I told him I was, the guy wasn't listening and he needed an added incentive to do so. Brass seemed content with my answer. So turned back to his task. I heard sirens in the distance and looked in that direction to see an ambulance approaching. I saw Nick pull up, obviously he'd been assigned this scene. As he climbed out of the car the guy started to complain. He said he didn't need to be there. I was fuming. Told him he was in the accident and needed to help us with our enquiries. He continued to complain. I asked if he even cared what happened to the woman in the other car. His answer was plain, no. I don't know what happened. I think something snapped. I just saw red. He must have seen something in my eyes, because he started to try to move away from me. To this day I really don't know what made me do what I did right then. I put my gun between his eyes and fired. Point blank. Shot him in the head. Nick started to run towards me, as did Brass. It happened so fast, but in my head I remember it in slow motion. Nick already had gloves on as he was about to start processing. He took the gun from me. The people standing nearby watching started to scream, their panic was distorted to my ears. It sounded like an audio tape being played backwards. I was covered in blood spatter, it was running down my face, but I didn't even notice. Nick looked horrified as Brass reluctantly read me my rights. I hung my head. -oOo- That's what I did to end up here. I didn't plead anything other than guilty. My only explanation was I thought he was going to run. Obviously that wasn't a valid excuse for what I done, and I didn't expect anyone to think it was. There were plenty of witnesses and evidence. I had the gun flush against the kid's forehead, I was lucky not to get a death sentence to be totally honest. After what I've been through, well, it might have been an improvement. However, that's over now. I'm back here, in relative safety. It's been a long day, boring, but long. I can get used to boring.
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Post by ladytaz29 on Dec 30, 2008 16:32:42 GMT -5
WOW...Did NOT expect that one!! Greg had a bad meltdown... Wow....... OH...Amazing chapter Sarry.. Getting better and better..
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Post by sarryb on Dec 30, 2008 16:34:55 GMT -5
Thanks, I didn't mean to make you rush in and it not be there!! It's almost over. It's not as long as some, but I tend to go for content rather than length and filler!! Glad you are enjoying it! Sarry xx
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Post by suzmicsoc on Dec 30, 2008 17:40:20 GMT -5
Wow...what Taz said...didn't see that coming...just goes to show what can happen in the blink of an eye...then you must pay for your actions. Excellent chapter Sarry...looking forward to more. Suzy
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Post by sarryb on Jan 1, 2009 13:22:04 GMT -5
Disclaimer: This chapter is kinda sad.
This is the final chapter. It's really short. That annoyed me for some time, but I didn't want to add anything. Nothing at all. It said all I wanted it to say. Along the way I suppose I might have missed something, left something unanswered, I hope not. There was only one thing I felt I could've added, but it would've lessened the impact of what I wanted to say. I hope you enjoy.Eight I haven't written in four days. I didn't know what to write. I've told my tale. Not a lot out of the ordinary happens in the isolation block. Today was different though. This morning Bob brought me a message. He was almost crying as he told me the warden was putting me back in Gen Pop. The minute he said it my heart started thumping in my chest and there was a lump in my throat. He had been told there wasn't enough funds to warrant keeping me here. Bob had fought my corner, even said it must be cheaper than all the medical assistance I had needed and would quite possibly continue to need if they placed me back in there. There was also no guarantee that I'd end up back in Lenny's cell, so I could end up in a cell with one of my abusers. If that wasn't bad enough, there was the guards to worry about. -oOo- I waited for Bob to leave before I broke down. I can't go back in there. Someone will kill me and it won't be quick. I've packed my box up, there's nothing I can do. They say cuts heal. But scars are the proof of the hurt and pain. They fade sure, but they never really go away. Hell, my bruises still haven't completely faded. I feel so lost, so alone. I'm full of despair and inner turmoil. If only Brooke hadn't have died, my baby along with her. The emotional pain has washed back over me, I miss her so much. I miss what time I could've spent with my baby girl, the first time she'd say Dada, her first steps, her whole life. My life should've been so different. But that one day... that one day. It changed everything. However much I blame my situation on their deaths, I know that if I hadn't pulled the trigger that day things could be different. The blame lies with me, not them. I don't know if I can go back into Gen Pop, I don't know if I'm strong enough. -oOo- Nick placed the book he'd been reading on the table in front of him. There were tears spilling from his eyes. There was no way he was going to put this notebook back into the box of Greg's possessions. His mother didn't need to read it. Besides, he wanted it, needed it. He was going to use it to bring to justice the assholes who terrorised Greg, ruined him, broke his spirit, mind and body. The warden himself needed to justify his choice, the choice that pushed Greg to the limit. The choice that forced him to make himself a noose from his bed sheets and to hang himself. Nick felt a terrible guilt along with his pain. He read how much Greg appreciated him, and his friendship. He already knew it even if Greg hadn't really voiced it. He wished he'd acted upon it. What sort of friend abandons someone once they are imprisoned? Nick knew he'd requested to visit, but that wasn't enough. He should've been more forceful. If he'd had to, just shown up and made them get Greg. That way he would have known, done something, anything. He never for one moment thought Greg was going through all of this, that he'd be so unprotected, in danger from the very people who were being paid to make sure these situations never arose. He was thankful to Bob and David, both of whom had done everything in their power to help him, to keep him safe. Above and beyond their pay checks too. But the others, they incensed him. -oOo- The pain inside him was dying to make him scream aloud. But he contained it. He was going to get his buddy justice. Make sure he rested in peace. But for now, he was going to grieve, grieve for a lost friend whose soul was ripped out in one random moment. For a friend who lost his whole life in one foul swoop. For Greg.
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Post by suzmicsoc on Jan 1, 2009 13:57:16 GMT -5
I loved this story Sarry...really sad...but you wrote it so well...just goes to show that ones life can change forever in an instant...I'm looking forward to reading more of your work soon Suzy
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Post by crimescenegirl on Jan 1, 2009 14:06:43 GMT -5
Sarry... this... this is incredible. My heart breaks for Greg and for Nick. Such beautiful pain... if that makes sense. Thank you for sharing this fantastic piece.
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Post by sarryb on Jan 1, 2009 17:18:52 GMT -5
Thanks for the great comments guys. Hopefully now New Year is over, work might chill out a bit and my writer's block may wash away. I really hope so. I feel so uncreative right now. Stress really plays havoc with my muse. If I could just let nothing bother me I could write some more.... OH this is no longer active.... I have something I might just bring over, a complete fic or some one shots. Will decide. Anyways, thanks again. I'm really glad you liked it. Sarry xx
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